Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. "I was just thinking of you Jack. ” “But how?” He was, she thought, a little too insistent. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. Michelle seemed so innocent and sweet. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. This was enough for the poor widow. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies.
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