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She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. " "Then you are taking me on?" Spurlock's eyes grew soft like those of a dog that, expecting the whip, saw only the kindly hand. To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.
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