His tone was rough, almost threatening. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. “Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly.
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