This way, Sir Rowland. Now then. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. go.
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