Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best for you. He groped her buttocks. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. She was the High Priestess. Come!” They went out together and he called a hansom.
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