Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. She left them and went back to Sebastian, never uttering a word about her visit. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. You have said a thousand times that there was no shame in you.
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