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She pulled him towards the bed. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. and miscarried. The knife is at my breast. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. . I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. "Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone.
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