Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. For an instant, Melusine watched him go. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. “Yes.
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