“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. “No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. You won't mind if I empty this gin?" "No. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery.
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