Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. When he had finishing feeding and burping, Isobella asked her, “Would you like to hold him?” Lucia nodded yes eagerly. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. She had heard the trader utter it many times. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen.
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