[When she speaks of her mother, he then realizes why she strikes a familiar chord. He remembers now, her red hair framing her sleeping face, and her mother looking on, equal parts doting and fretting.]
Might you mean Madame Claire Fraser?
[He is almost certain of her answer already, yet he asks anyway.]
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Might you mean Madame Claire Fraser?
[He is almost certain of her answer already, yet he asks anyway.]