We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. . I wasn’t. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. Another glass, Jack. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it.
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