Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. I'm not interested in him. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. “I will not be drawn into a conversation with Mr. ‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do nothing. Their minds are turned against him.
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