Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. Sebastian looked up and stood. But I am not worthy to be any man's wife —far less his wife. That would come later. Perhaps you will meet him someday.
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