He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. ’ Melusine giggled. ‘And nor do I. Crocodile Tears.
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