I think over all sorts of things. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. “And now, look at us! See what we have become. But I give you this warning, and let it sink in. ‘I don’t want that girl running her head into any more danger. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. I’m damaged goods. ’ ‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her long lashes at him. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered.
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