On one side of the chapel there was a large grated window, but, as it looked upon the interior of the jail, Jack preferred following the course he had originally decided upon to making any attempt in this quarter. Ruth loved him. “I rue the day I ever met you, Sebastianus. “Was I that bad?” He asked. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. I have been dreaming of your body and you night after night.
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