Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. ‘And your schooling?’ he pursued. But, whether she likes it or not, I aim to be on hand to get her out of it. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. ‘And all to help me. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough.
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