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"But you did love her?" "Yes. I came to love her deeply. And I loved her with all my heart, and still do. How I miss her. How I wish I could have appreciated her more when she was alive. There's no way to love a dead woman." "No, I suppose not." The quiet in the room was deafening, zeroing in around Dana, so that for a moment she thought she would scream just to break the profound silence. Dana suspected that Lucien, for all the years since his wife's death, was still in mourning. He had a forlorn soul, so she thought gazing at his handsome features. How widely expressive he'd been in the short time of their conversation. She had the desire to reach out and take his hand, stroke it with hers for comfort. But that was something she'd never do, never be that forward, even though some wome
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