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He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. “I am only sorry that I did not ask you to go with me. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. He drew her away from this thought. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. "Yes," replied Jack. "Good night. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear.
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