Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil.
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