{"product_id":"the-honest-folk-of-guadeloupe-isbn-9781616956226","title":"The Honest Folk of Guadeloupe","description":"April 1990: French-Algerian judge Anne Marie Laveaud has been living and working in the French Caribbean \u003ci\u003edépartement \u003c\/i\u003eof Guadeloupe for more than a decade, but her days are still full of surprises. She is only just starting to investigate the suspicious suicide of a high-profile environmental activist and media personality when she is pulled off the case. Is it because she was getting too close to the truth?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the new case she’s been assigned takes precedence. The naked body of a white woman has been discovered on a beach. The victim’s remains offer no clues about her final hours—she was found without any of her belongings, and it seems she had been dead at least three days before anyone spotted her corpse. What turned this woman’s vacation in paradise into a final nightmare?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs always, the story of a murdered white woman attracts international media attention. The pressure is on Anne Marie to solve the murder quickly, before bad publicity destroys the island’s all-important tourist industry.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003eThe Honest Folk of Guadeloupe\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Fascinating . . . The Guadeloupe of 1990 is no egalitarian paradise. Although the islands that make up the French colonies may be lush and blessed with pristine beaches, they are a racial, cultural, and political quagmire only the brave and nimble-footed can successfully navigate. Fortunately for the hurting souls seeking her help, Anne Marie Laveaud is up to the task.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMystery Scene\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Laveaud is an accomplished juggler, dealing with the joint  responsibilities of keeping a family and a career in balance and  navigating the murky waters of sexism, cronyism and racism in a society  where she is very much an outsider. As much social commentary as  mystery, this is a crackerjack whodunit from start to finish, as well as  a compelling look into one of the last bastions of colonialism in a  shrinking world.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBookpage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A unique setting and some poignant social issues about cultural tourism and whitewashing in crime reportage.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Litreactor\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Laveaud] is smart, stubborn, principled, and vested with enough human frailties to make her someone with whom readers can easily identify.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Reviewing the Evidence\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e“A glimpse into the complex life of the citizens of a post-colonial, conflicted culture . . . Highly recommended!”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—International Noir Fiction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Anne Marie's second appearance, courtesy of the author of the Piero Trotti crime novels, boasts an elegantly incisive narrative and a fascinating heroine.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e“Absorbing . . . laden with insights about the legacies of colonialism, such as nuanced racism, official corruption, and troubled interactions between men and women.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Sharp-witted, French-Algerian Anne Marie is an investigator worthy of a following, and Williams has craftily created her story as a microcosm of Guadeloupe’s social situation, where alienation battles dependence and racial stratification rules. Williams digs deep below the exotic setting’s surface in this nuanced mystery.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“[Timothy Williams] is an award winning author well worth discovering.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eMurder By the Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“[A] close look at the folk of Guadeloupe and the West Indian culture in general, with its mix of races and lingering colonial resentment of Mother France.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Gumshoe Review \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003eAnother Sun\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Timothy Williams takes us on a tour of an island we think we know something about, but goes deep into the true Guadeloupe as only someone intimately familiar with the place can truly go. Anne Marie Laveaud is a woman of sharp smarts and tenacity, and the storyline offers fresh surprises throughout.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Sarah Weinman, editor of \u003ci\u003eTroubled Daughters, Twisted Wives\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eAnother Sun\u003c\/i\u003e evokes an atmospheric Guadeloupe layered by witchcraft, vestiges of French colonialism, and domestic terrorist movements, yet grounded by the heart. An intriguing novel with a unique main character in Judge Anne Marie Laveaud.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Cara Black, national bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMurder in Pigalle\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of Williams’s other books and readers who enjoy their crime fiction set in exotic locations will welcome Anne Marie with open arms.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Williams delivers a saga of dying French colonialism in 1980 Guadeloupe—a story as convoluted as the racial strains afflicting he island’s diverse, contentious population . . . Laveaud, despite a strong sense of justice, is buffeted endlessly by the strong winds of change that engulf one mere murder . . . [A] tapestry of colonial misrule.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eAnother Sun\u003c\/i\u003e is a complex, atmospheric novel, made all the more fascinating by Williams’s painstaking attention to sensory, sociopolitical, and historical detail, and by the author’s obvious passion for the written word.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Mystery Scene Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“Another Sun\u003c\/i\u003e is a distinct, involving, and entertaining addition to the top rank of crime fiction.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—International Noir Fiction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In \u003ci\u003eAnother Sun\u003c\/i\u003e Williams provides an interesting view into the politics and race relations of a small island under colonial rule . . . Not everyone welcomes the ruling power and intrigue abounds.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Crimespree Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A tale of envy and greed and sex envenomed by the inevitable racism of colonial politics.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Advocate\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Williams captured the essence and spirit of Guadeloupe and its people beautifully. His story telling style is notably subtle, often requiring his audience to come to conclusions about crucial plot markers of their own accord.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eBooklover Book Reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dark, gritty. This one is really interesting.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Good Morning Texas\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The writing here reveals a veteran’s confidence and at the same time features an enthusiasm you might expect from an author much earlier in his career. The complex interactions between the characters are handled delicately and their feelings and intentions are conveyed in language both subtle and plain. This novel has restored my faith in the possibility of finding something new in a sea of the familiar. Highly recommended.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—HorrorWorld\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You may think you know where this well plotted novel is going but Timothy Williams has some major and even unsettling surprises in store for you . . . and the issues this story raises will linger long after you finish it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Book Loons\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Commissario Piero Trotti series \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Subtle, tense and gripping.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Val McDermid\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A chilling education, a scalpel-sharp exploration of Italy's body politic. Timothy Williams knows the ABC of corruption\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eAndreotti, Berlusconi, Craxi\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eand is a convincing and compelling voice.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eIan Rankin\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stylish and excellent. Those who like Dibdin will eat it up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eLionel Davidson\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A delight.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Observer\u003c\/i\u003e, \"10 Best Modern European Crime Writers\" \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The ageing moody Trotti is a subtle and convincing creation; the other characters are portrayed with depth and sensitivity, and the Italian atmosphere is authentically beguiling. First-rate in every way.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eThe Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Williams points to specific and specifically Italian corruption. His indirect style is particularly suited to the frequently indirect patterns of life and crime in Italy, without falling back on the more picturesque or charming qualities of life there for solace.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—International Noir Fiction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Williams' pared-down descriptions and staccato dialogue are a constant pleasure.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eFinancial Times \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Superb.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The \u003c\/i\u003eScotsman\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Breathtakingly good.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Evening Standard\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stupendous.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Simple but stylish . . . convincingly Continental . . . [Williams's] plotting [is] impeccable.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eTime Out\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Big themes, lots of cynicism and the overall impression of powerlessness when faced with corruption . . . Timothy Williams is a major contender.\"\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eTangled Web UK\u003c\/b\u003eCWA award-winning author Timothy Williams has written six crime novels set in Italy featuring Commissario Piero Trotti, as two novels set in the French Caribbean, \u003ci\u003eAnother Sun\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Honest Folk of Guadeloupe\u003c\/i\u003e. In 2011, \u003ci\u003eThe Observer\u003c\/i\u003e placed him among the ten best modern European crime novelists. Born in London and educated at St. Andrews, Williams has taught at the universities of Poitiers in France, Bari and Pavia in Italy, and at Jassy in Romania. He taught for thirty in the French West Indies but now spends his time between Europe and Africa. For more information, visit his website: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/thdw.co.uk.\u003cb\u003e1 \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eMadame Dugain\u003cbr\u003e Wednesday, May 16, 1990\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You’re looking for me?” The woman was attractive, but her face appeared tired, the eyelids dark. There were wrinkles about her soft brown eyes. She placed a pile of exercise books on the table beside her handbag.\u003cbr\u003e         “Madame Dugain?”\u003cbr\u003e         “Yes, I am Madame Dugain. I teach French and Latin. Your child is in which class?”\u003cbr\u003e         Anne Marie moved towards the table. “It’s about your husband.”\u003cbr\u003e         For a moment the expression went blank, devoid ­of emotion, while the eyes searched Anne Marie’s face. “I have already made a statement to the \u003ci\u003epolice judiciaire\u003c\/i\u003e.” Madame Dugain drew a chair—a school chair with a steel frame and a plywood seat—towards her. “Several statements.” She leaned wearily against the backrest. \u003cbr\u003e         Anne Marie sat down on the other side of the table. On the formica top there were a couple of tin lids that had been used as ashtrays.\u003cbr\u003e         The far wall was covered with pinned-up notices concerning the different teaching unions. Beneath the drawing pins, the paper rustled relentlessly; the doors to the staff room were wide open and a mid-morning breeze kept the air cool. Through the shutters, Anne Marie could see a flame tree that had started to blossom.\u003cbr\u003e         “My husband is dead—isn’t that enough?”\u003cbr\u003e         Anne Marie nodded sympathetically. “He died under strange circumstances.”\u003cbr\u003e         “He was hounded to death.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I don’t think anyone hounded your husband.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain shook her head. “I’d rather not talk about these things.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I understand.”\u003cbr\u003e         The eyes flared with brief anger. “You understand?”\u003cbr\u003e         The two women were alone in the silent staff room of the Collège Carnot. \u003cbr\u003e         (Somewhere children were singing. In another building a class burst into muffled laughter.)\u003cbr\u003e         “I know how painful it is to lose someone you love.” Anne Marie held out her hand. “I’m Madame Laveaud. I’m the \u003ci\u003ejuge d’instruction\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain took the proffered hand coolly, keeping her distance. “I really have nothing to say to an investigative magistrate or indeed to anybody else.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I asked the head mistress for permission to speak to you.” \u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain folded her arms against her chest. She was wearing a dress that went well with the brown, liquid eyes. A necklace, matching gold earrings. Black hair that had been pulled back into a tight bun. Her lipstick was a matte red.\u003cbr\u003e         “On Saturday, April twenty-first, three officers of the \u003ci\u003epolice judiciaire\u003c\/i\u003e visited your husband in his offices in the Sécid Tower. They had a search warrant and they were seeking information concerning accusations made against your husband—”\u003cbr\u003e         “Everybody accused Rodolphe.”\u003cbr\u003e         “Accusations that as director of the Centre Environnement, he had been misappropriating funds.”\u003cbr\u003e         “My husband’s not a criminal.”\u003cbr\u003e         “Your husband received money from the government—from the Ministry of Employment—in order to recruit and train young people under the Youth Training Scheme. There were six young people working for him at the institute. Their salaries, funded entirely with government money, were paid into the Institute’s account.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I know very little about my husband’s financial affairs.” \u003cbr\u003e         “Your husband’s accused of employing two of the young people in his small business in Abymes and paying them with the government allowances.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I’ve given the police as much information as . . .” She bit her lip. “My husband would never have taken money that wasn’t his.”\u003cbr\u003e         Anne Marie touched Madame Dugain’s arm. “Given the circumstances, I don’t think any good can be achieved by continuing with the enquiry.”\u003cbr\u003e         The corners of her mouth twitched. “My husband and I were happy. We’d been married for seventeen years. You don’t think my children and I have suffered enough?”\u003cbr\u003e         Somewhere an electric buzzer sounded, followed almost immediately by the sound of scraping chairs and the scuffling of feet as the pupils left their desks at the end of their lesson.\u003cbr\u003e         “Just supposing that your husband was guilty of these accusations . . .” Anne Marie shrugged. “A fine—twenty thousand, thirty thousand francs. Not a lot of money—not for your husband.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain flinched.\u003cbr\u003e         “He could’ve paid that sort of money,” Anne Marie said. \u003cbr\u003e         “Rodolphe was innocent.”\u003cbr\u003e         “It’s not for thirty thousand francs that an influential and well-respected member of the community decides to do away with himself.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e2 \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eFait Divers\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eFrance Antilles\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e April 23, 1990\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eMr. Rodolphe Dugain, better known to most television viewers as Monsieur Environnement, died on Saturday, April 21, of multiple internal injuries after throwing himself from the fourteenth story of Sécid Tower block in central Pointe-à-Pitre.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e        If the rumor had been circulating for some time that the \u003c\/i\u003epolice judiciaire\u003ci\u003e were making enquiries into the Centre Environnement, the sudden and untimely death of Monsieur Dugain, one of the major and most respected figures in the cultural Who’s Who of our \u003c\/i\u003edépartement\u003ci\u003e, seems to have taken Guadeloupe by surprise. The shock can be still felt in the University, where Monsieur Dugain held a lectureship in natural sciences, as well as in the corridors of the RFO television station, where he regularly broadcast his popular nature programs.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e        On Saturday morning, three officers of the Service Régional de la Police Judiciaire presented themselves at the offices of the Centre Environnement. According to eyewitnesses, Monsieur Dugain appeared his normal, jovial self, not allowing his good humor to be affected in any way by the presentation of a search warrant. According to sources, he offered a drink to the three men. Then, while the officers were looking for documents and other information—the nature of which as yet has not been revealed by the parquet—Mr. Dugain managed to slip from the room. Once on the far side of the steel front door, he locked it, making prisoners of the police officers. Taking to the stairs, Mr. Dugain climbed from the third to the fourteenth floor of the tower block. On the top floor, he made his way to the observation window and from there jumped to his death, landing on a car parked on the sidewalk of the Boulevard Chanzy. Mr. Dugain died immediately on impact. The vehicle was badly damaged and several people were taken to the nearby Centre \u003c\/i\u003ehospitalier\u003ci\u003e, suffering from shock.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e        A crowd of onlookers soon gathered around the macabre spectacle. Yet again in Guadeloupe, the lamentable behavior of rubbernecks and passersby hindered the fire and ambulance services in the execution of their duty.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e        Mr. Dugain, who was a Freemason and an ex-secretary of the Rotary Club, was born in Martinique 57 years ago. He leaves a wife and their two children, as well as two children from an earlier marriage.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e        There will be a memorial service at St. Pierre and St. Paul on Tuesday at ten o’clock. The inhumation will take place at the municipal cemetery at midday.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e3 \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ePublic Trial\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e“My husband is dead.”\u003cbr\u003e         “I need to know why he died.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain raised her eyes. “Is that important?”\u003cbr\u003e         “You said he was hounded to death by the police.”\u003cbr\u003e         “The police, the media, whoever else—it doesn’t matter. Not now.”\u003cbr\u003e         “It matters.”\u003cbr\u003e         A moment of hesitation. “You don’t believe my husband was innocent?”\u003cbr\u003e         “Innocent or guilty, suicide is not a normal reaction.”\u003cbr\u003e         “The SRPJ threw him from the fourteenth floor.”\u003cbr\u003e         “Unlikely.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain allowed her shoulders to sag. Then she took her bag. “I must be going.” She stood away from the chair. She was in her late thirties, with a trim, girlish silhouette and attractive brown legs. She ran a hand through her hair.\u003cbr\u003e         “Unlikely the \u003ci\u003epolice judiciaire\u003c\/i\u003e should want to murder your husband.”\u003cbr\u003e         “It’s been nice meeting you.”\u003cbr\u003e         “When somebody’s pushed through a window, the victim hits the ground close to the building. The car on which your husband landed was nearly four meters from the entrance to the Tour Sécid.”\u003cbr\u003e         Madame Dugain stared in silence at the clasp of her handbag.\u003cbr\u003e         “Nothing else you can tell me?”\u003cbr\u003e         “Else in what way, \u003ci\u003emadame le juge\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003cbr\u003e         “Anything worrying your husband?”\u003cbr\u003e         A hard laugh. “His name in the papers? The accusation of embezzlement? The police coming to search his offices? Worrying my husband? What more do you want, for heaven’s sake? His probity, his reputation—his very life were being called into question. His dignity was being put on trial. No, not a trial. A public lynching without trial. The telephone never stopped ringing.”\u003cbr\u003e         “With a good lawyer . . .”\u003cbr\u003e         “Rodolphe was innocent.”\u003cbr\u003e         “With a good lawyer, he could have—”\u003cbr\u003e         “My husband did not need a lawyer. He needed to be left alone, he needed to not be dragged through the mud. The mud his enemies wanted. That the police wanted. And that’s what you’ve got now. You’re satisfied, aren’t you?”\u003cbr\u003e        “Satisfied?”\u003cbr\u003e        “Rodolphe’s dead.”\u003cbr\u003e        Anne Marie caught her breath. “Who are these enemies that you talk about?”\u003cbr\u003e        “I’ve nothing further to say.”\u003cbr\u003e        “Why don’t you want to help me set your husband’s record straight?”\u003cbr\u003e        “You couldn’t care less about my husband’s reputation.”\u003cbr\u003e        “I care about the truth.”\u003cbr\u003e        “Your truth.” Madame Dugain turned and walked out into the sunshine, the handbag held to her body. 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