\"Uh-oh. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. So you, Jacques, must go and wait for me with the horse.
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