‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. ’ With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh. ’ ‘Eh bien. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. ” There was genuine interest in her eyes now. .
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