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So you, Jacques, must go and wait for me with the horse. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “I believe so. “Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother.
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