She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair. “Where have you been! If Sheila finds out, she’ll kill you!” She summoned a few tears to elicit sympathy from him. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. He nodded silently, too full for words. As for loving you, I do.
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