I’m a desperate young woman. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. ‘It does not matter, Jacques. Let’s go up to my room. ’ ‘Grateful? Certainly I am grateful,’ Melusine snapped, knowing full well she sounded anything but gratified. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever.
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