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... fingers. Her whole body stiffened. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
"How do you know my name?" she asked quietly, trying to keep her voice steady.
André stood there, not in his usual cold posture, but calm. His eyes looked gentle.
"I asked Madame Lefevre about you," he said softly. "You see... I was a little curious about you."
Then he smiled. Not the arrogant smile of a nobleman looking at a servant. No. This was soft. Warm. Strang ...
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