And what—what do you feel for her? How anxious the poor child looks. Ilona's struggles hindered Kristian, but she couldn't stop him. The wound reopened in a jagged flower of fire, agonizing. Karl von Wultendorf had vanished, but the workmen were rushing by on either side of him.
No concept of sin, because there could be none in the exquisite tenderness they shared. Oh, she is untouchable, Pierre said, lifting his hands. Karl had not come back. Karl came in and leaned on the edge of the dressing table, looking at her in concern.
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