’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated. “The first is to discover what she is here for, and where she is staying. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. And the fences are down for good. I had never dreamed of such a friend as you. Give me your name, girl!’ ‘Again?’ Mademoiselle rolled her eyes. An uncomfortable silence followed. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. ‘Yes, that is reasonable.
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