“Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another matter altogether. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies.
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