She descended down the
stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. "
"I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the
ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my
hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. She could feel her body rebel against her actions,
convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother
in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing
across the rivers of her home. “If one was free,” she said,
“one could go to him. He might miss at this
distance. simply lost all hope. "What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat
with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the
youth's view.
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