[The marquis de Carabas presses his lips together, expressionless. This is how he stays for a short stretch of time, just looking at her without a smile or a frown, teeth hidden, like the covered bars of a bird's cage.]
[And then he bursts out laughing, a sound of pleasure from deep in his chest, foreign and almost unknowable, but familiar all the same.]
I don't believe in fortune and I don't believe in faith. But you're right, all the same.
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[And then he bursts out laughing, a sound of pleasure from deep in his chest, foreign and almost unknowable, but familiar all the same.]
I don't believe in fortune and I don't believe in faith. But you're right, all the same.