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the jealousy was swift and then passed. mireille was striking — heda did not doubt she could turn anyone's eye — but not bartholomew. he wanted someone pretty and womanly, someone established.
not her.
"he's too domestic for you," and her voice meant to tease the sea-girl.
she chuckled at the mention of sobo. the wind caught her hackles and whirled them. "i don't think he likes me much." but now she was curious, whether or not she admitted it.