" "Let me see. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. ’ Roding left the house instantly, not even pausing to nod. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Relief flooded her. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned.
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