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’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. We married, and for a time we were happy. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. He was entranced as she walked towards him. Her cheeks were aflame.
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