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her eyes were soft. he described pastoral scenes, and running through a field of flowers with the woman. mireille was suddenly envious of her, not only for the sake of him but for the idea that such beautiful things could happen to others.
and maybe to her, thought yet it had not. though she had not thought of wanting it until now.
"she looked at you. she followed you all de way home. an' den she played wid you." mireille's voice was amused, though her eyes were an open study. "i be t'inkin' de feelin' mutual, oui."