I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. . They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. Her husband finally relented. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery.
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