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In practice, nothing had changed since Henri and Thomasina went from mere lovers to a betrothed couple. They still lived together, they spent lazy morning hours in bed and quiet nights pouring over books. They expressed their love for each other in gestures and glances, smiles and caresses, just as they always had. But something more qualitative ( Read more... ) -
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It was Thomasina who had suggested they meet at the Winchester. Combeferre had agreed that this was an excellent idea, as none of them were precisely what one would wish to call cooks), and he had passed the idea onto Eden, who had presumably passed it onto Grigg. And so here they four were on a balmy island evening with the sun sinking over the ( Read more... ) -
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In the end, Henri found the hermitage with no trouble. Though it looked small and overgrown from the outside, it was quite cozy inside, set up with some comfortable chairs, a table, and cheerful looking fireplace. With only a little effort he lit a fire, using the wood stacked beneath the mantle, and soon the little cottage was bright and warm ( Read more... ) -
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When the members of Les Amis de l'ABC had filed into the Musain's back room earlier that afternoon - one by one or in pairs, surreptitiously and without calling much attention to themselves - the small cafe had had few customers, little more than a couple men in the corner who were grumbling about the June heat and the oppressive look of the sky ( Read more... ) -
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Henri didn't immediately notice that something was wrong when he woke up in the morning. There were any number of things he might have noticed - the give of the mattress, the feel of the sheets, the texture of the air - but sleep still held him too comfortably in its grip for him to wonder. With a yawn he rolled on his side towards the edge of the ( Read more... ) -
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In the week preceding, Henri had sometimes wondered what he would think when he woke up on Saturday morning. Would he forget what day it was - somehow, miraculously, even for an hour or two? Would a few comforting moments pass in which he would think of something other than the significance of this day ( Read more... )