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Her desires were not for riches. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady. "That depends upon you.
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