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Anne woke to the sound of hushed voices. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, belatedly realizing she’d fallen asleep in her coat, hat and boots. They’d come into port late last night, when Nassau was filled with a quiet darkness. Now warm light was streaming in the window. The voices were coming from Max and Jack, crowded next to the mirror–Jack was sitting in a chair, his back turned, and Max stood in front of him, leaning down, holding him by the chin.

“Owww!” he whispered.

“The price of beauty, mon cher. Hold still!“ 

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