" So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. 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 escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. ‘Laisse-moi. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. A girl—at my age—is grown-up.
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