![]() ![]() “I do remember you, naturellement.” She never dreamed she would see him again, however. She’d spoken those words to him in Badajoz. You speak only a little English. En peu Anglais.” Tall and powerfully built, he had filled those terrible, despairing days, keeping them safe. He’d likewise commanded space in Badajoz, just as he commanded everything else. It seemed as if no mere shop could be large enough to contain his presence. He seemed to fill the space, his scarlet coat a splash of vibrancy in the white lace-filled room. ![]() ![]() “Do you remember me? I saw you from afar. His brown eyes, watchful then, were now reticent, but his jaw remained as strong, his lips expressive, his hair as dark and unruly. She’d never entirely banished the memory of Gabriel Deane. She’d tried to forget those desolate days in the Spanish city, although She recognized him instantly, the capitaine whose presence in Badajoz had kept her sane when all seemed lost. Still holding the lace in her fingers and startled at the sound of a man’s voice, Emmaline turned. ![]()
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