She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. ‘Do you know, Mademoiselle Charvill, you are a thought too clever for your own good. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. ‘Pitiful.
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