‘You do not dare look in my clothes. Dieu du ciel! Gerald was kissing her! She struggled to be free, and the arms that held her loosened, the lips leaving hers. Looking for something, or someone, probably. She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship.
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