Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. “My wife. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Wild is incapable of such baseness.
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