He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. . ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. Darrell attempted to reply.
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