She had agonized over it for weeks. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make
you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of
life. "Mr. Jacques, Jacques!’
His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. The latter haughtily
returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread
and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus
treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond
paste. “It’s precious unromantic. I don’t care. The day was
unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having
descended over manicured lawns. It was then, I am sure, empty. But why do you ask?"
"Because—" stammered the boy. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped.
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