“I look older. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre. "I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity.
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