Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. Thank you for walking me home the other day.
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