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       ‟ How foolish do you imagine a man ought to be to fight the inevitability of his own demise? ” 

       Loitering at the Pearl’s railing, working to uncork the second bottle of rum he’d fetched from the cellar that evening, Jack directed the comment at nobody in particular -- although, seeing as Ragetti seemed to be the only one present, it was safe to say that he was waiting for his answer.

Narrator:

   “...Sorry. I’m not really feeling like myself these days.”

“The gardener’s been paid, the twins are fast asleep, dinner’s in the oven, and I've just opened a gorgeous 1959 Chateau Robert that I picked up at Busquets earlier.” With a histrionic sigh, Irene flings herself down on the chaise beside Christopher, her head coming to rest upon his shoulder as he works.

“Now, I’m not saying that I’m a domestic goddess, but I’m certainly not denying it, either.”