He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. " "Let this speak for me," said Sheppard, tossing a heavy bag of money towards him. ‘Oh, mon dieu. ” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked. “Let your friends act for you. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch.
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