Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. The knight mechanically complied with his request. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?” “Ah! If one could!” “While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings. My nerves were in rags.
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