Re: The Church of the Sacred Heart, Jack McCurdy and Marianne Tr
"No, I don't have anything to trade," Marianne agreed. "But not everything in life is a trade, Mr. Hawksmoore. Some things are gifts to be shared - things like love, and voice, hope, art, and stories..." The expression in her eyes was serious, even a little angry. It was a belief close to her heart, and she couldn't do the work she did if she didn't believe it. If the Spaniard and the Baroness weren't proof that living for centuries was antithetical to the human condition, this surly, cynical man was enough.
"I'm on the trail of the legend, Mr. Hawksmoore, your legend. We'll meet again at the end of the journey - you, the Spaniard, the Baroness... and how many others? And I'll be there to witness it," she said with a dreamy smile, determination in her eyes as she locked gazes with Hawksmoore.
"And Liza, and Basil, of course," she added, turning back to her fellow author, her voice as light and cheerful as ever.
"A family reunion on a boat in the middle of the Amazon, Liza? Trust you to find someone you know in the most improbable corners of the world," she said with a grin.
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