By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. “I cannot keep silence any longer. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. She was my first love. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. I was born of one Suzanne Valade and an Englishman, Nicholas Charvill.
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