He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. The chapel was crowded to excess. I meant mischief.
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