“Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?” “I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate.
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