Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. ” “Again,” he said, “I am going to be impertinent. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. And my word's law—with you, at least," she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. " "Very true," chuckled Jackson; "very true. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. ’ She grimaced. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you.
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