Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

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mireille was insulted.
slowly she raised her head, her blood hot. pounding, and watched the handsome stranger simply leave her where she stood.
embarrassment followed in a swirl that smoothed to anger. laughter followed the man, and her elegant form was unhurried as she too began her lope — opposite him.
twice she had given him a chance. there would be no third, not when there were others to engage her with the swiftness she desired.
a song of french now, to cover the sting. she meant to forget his face.