‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. You will be free to remarry, of course. Oh, don't worry. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn.
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