Who Can Hold a Memory?
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"What sort of life is this for you? You are a French woman, Marguerite. You do not belong in this cold land—with no one to understand you, to touch you." Finally giving in, Marguerite looked up to meet his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. "The girl I knew could not bear this another moment." What if Chauvelin had succeeded in seducing Marguerite that night? T for loose adultery.