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Chapter Eight-1
Chapter EightAs Sheena dressed for dinner that evening she felt a sense of rising excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. She had deliberately lingered over putting the children to bed, taking longer than usual to tuck them up, hear their prayers and tell them a goodnight story. Because her whole instinct was to hurry towards the moment when she would be free to go out into the night of Paris, she forced herself to move and speak slowly, to give both Madi and Pedro more than their usual share of affection. She had long ago decided that, although the children received every luxury and all possible care, they lacked the spontaneous warm emotion that she herself had seen so often in poorer Irish homes and envied with all her heart. She had watched the children of the fishermen run to
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