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" Trenchard took up a pen. " "That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her that some such scene as this might occur. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. ” “I feel so guilty. . ‘Odds were against it. She undid his zipper and pulled his shorts down his hips. Probably something he had eaten. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful.
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