" Winifred's eyes filled with tears. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her. "My coat!" Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. " "Yes, there was one," observed Ireton. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss. . ” 281 282 About the Author Kimberly Steele grew up in a suburb of Chicago, Illinois and currently resides in Naperville, Illinois.
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