He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. A nod was exchanged.
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