“You’ll have to thank Ethereal for passing on her wisdom,” Evelyn said.
“I will.”
“To be clear, you’re going there alone based on little more than conjecture… at best a guess…”
“So was accepting your offer to assist me,” Clara countered. “It worked out well for both of us.”
“Mon Dieu, oui!” (My lord, yes!)
One of the men disappeared entirely from sight.
“Do you suppose he’s using the alleys to get behind us,” Clara said in Latin.
“Evidently,” Evelyn responded in a rusty latin. “They are drunks, not Rommel on manoeuvres.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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