Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. “Thank you, ma’am.
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