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Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. White. The Iron Bar. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. Now, do what you please. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword.
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