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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. "Fire! That was what drew me to you in the beginning. “Is it your maid?” he asked. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. So here is your chance, Mademoiselle Charvill. ‘You should be. It is different. Sheppard, a matron offered to conduct him to her cell. “Mid-thirties. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. ” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable.
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