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“Do you normally turn up in gentlemen’s bedrooms in the middle of the night? If I’d known that, I would have campaigned harder to make sure Charlotte let you stay.”
“If your point is that there was a pretty girl in the room and it was distracting you, then I think I’ve taken your point handily.” “You think she’s pretty?” Will was surprised; Jem rarely opined on this sort of thing. “Yes, and you do too.” “I hadn’t noticed, really.” “Yes, you have, and I’ve noticed you noticing.”
“Sometimes,” Jem said, “our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered—that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you, though, from experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can’t imagine, or even really remember, how things were before.”
The color had come back into the world; he could breathe again, and for that moment he breathed her in—she smelled of salt, blood, tears, and Tessa.