Paris
Saint-Lazare
On
their arrival at the Gare Saint-Lazare, Anatole
had their baggage moved to a second cab. He made a great play of chatting with
the driver, but Léonie noticed
that he was sweating, even though it was damp and cold. His cheeks were flushed
and his temples slicked with beads of perspiration.
'Are you unwell?' she asked with concern.
Sepulchre,
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