207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. But when it came to broaching them, it proved to be much more difficult than she had supposed. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. Oh, wait!’ She seized Jack’s arm as he was about to go out of the room. Her fingers rested upon his. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures.
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