It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. "Is it wrong, then, to surrender to good impulses?" "In the present instance, yes. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill.
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