“Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. It was the size of my palm. All this was the work of a minute.
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