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Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. And he liked her. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. Quilt was not long in following his example.
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