She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. You’re dealing with me now, not Gerald. I was mean to him. More importantly, she had her wits. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. I’ve always wanted to look older.
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