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The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. . 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. He walked her home.
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