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CHAPTER THREE-3
“America!” she exclaimed. “I never thought of that.” “It may be just an idea, but at the same time as they are exploring Europe, they are openly buying pictures from our ancestral homes.” The Marquis rose to his feet. “I expect, Miss Davis, you will want to pack some clothes. I will pick you up here early tomorrow morning, unless you wish me to collect you elsewhere.” It was impossible, Shana thought, to go on arguing with him. For a moment she felt angry as he was pushing her into doing something which was intimidating and frightening. He had already made it impossible for her to refuse him outright and she wanted to have time to think. Perhaps even to find a way she could identify the men without having to travel to Italy. Once again the Marquis read her thoughts. “There is no wa
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