'My own inquiries had led me to his trail, or to that of someone exactly like him. It struck with peculiar fury at Trianon, killing Petronella in the first days and annihilating more than half the slaves. But tonight, she thought. Since he had a hut apart from the others, it would be safe to produce the book without being required to offer explanations as to how he had acquired it.
Dougless held her breath as the maid straightened the bedspread, then left the room. Over Dougless’s shoulders was a crisscross network of silk cords, a pearl at every joint. “Then I will give you the time. This was not unusual; every return fleet which stopped at the Cape enticed a few free burghers to abandon the settlement,
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