When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. I shall always be kind to him; I sha'n't bait him. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women.
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