“You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. He drew her closer. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife. .
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