” He said. He turned round toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. “I wish I didn’t swear. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. Besides, my husband has shares in Sir John’s company. I take their life.
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