“Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. ’ She drew a heavy breath. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. “No, that’s fine. If you want advice, your aunt is the person. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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