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But
I
must
stand
before
that
black
Baron
with
his
deed
accomplished
,
and
take
my
one
chance
to
strike
him
where
he
is
weakest
—
in
his
gloating
moment
!
He
sighed
.
“
Would
it
disturb
Paul
if
I
looked
in
on
him
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Not
at
all
.
I
gave
him
a
sedative
.
”
“
He
’
s
taking
the
change
well
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Except
for
getting
a
bit
overtired
.
He
’
s
excited
,
but
what
fifteen
-
year
-
old
wouldn
’
t
be
under
these
circumstances
?
”
He
crossed
to
the
door
,
opened
it
.
“
He
’
s
in
here
.
”
Jessica
followed
,
peered
into
a
shadowy
room
.
Paul
lay
on
a
narrow
cot
,
one
arm
beneath
a
light
cover
,
the
other
thrown
back
over
his
head
.
Slatted
blinds
at
a
window
beside
the
bed
wove
a
loom
of
shadows
across
face
and
blanket
.
Jessica
stared
at
her
son
,
seeing
the
oval
shape
of
face
so
like
her
own
.
But
the
hair
was
the
Duke
’
s
—
coal
-
colored
and
tousled
.
Long
lashes
concealed
the
lime
-
toned
eyes
.
Jessica
smiled
,
feeling
her
fears
retreat
.
She
was
suddenly
caught
by
the
idea
of
genetic
traces
in
her
son
’
s
features
—
her
lines
in
eyes
and
facial
outline
,
but
sharp
touches
of
the
father
peering
through
that
outline
like
maturity
emerging
from
childhood
.
