“Who are we to be any different?” she mocked in a falsetto voice as she paid the cab driver. 'He's a loyal Frenchman, and would be living here except that he made an unfortunate speech. Soon Nicholas would be a free man. First, she had to figure out a way to keep from being tossed out of the relative safety of the house and into the muck of the streets.
“ ‘Nicholas Stafford,’” she read aloud, “‘Earl of Thornwyck. At last Nicholas led her to a small room off a larger one. ld in which black men and yellow and honey-tan like the Arabs met and traded to mutual advantage, each having something precious to the others. “Aye,” he said.
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