And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. ‘I am perfectly devoted to him, as well he knows. Kneebone and Winifred. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence.
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