” He stroked her hand gently. ” “You do not deny that you are my wife,” he asked hoarsely. Her heart swelled to suffocation. He had seldom been more perturbed. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. I will be very well without him. ” “You didn’t. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. "My enemy," replied her son. She pointed. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate.
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