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’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. “Yes, I see that. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. You take them. The cloth nearly touches the floor.
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