“I love you, you know. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. 59 He was not present during the night the next morning, or the next, or the next. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. “I am developing ailments,” she said, meeting his questioning eyes.
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