I want him as my friend. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. They bickered frequently now as Gianfrancesco protested the prices of things like funeral candles and poultices to comfort the dying. Fas du tout. Sometimes I try to talk. His gaze remained steady on the old dame’s face, as he thought about it. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. He stood still, almost breathless. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it.
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