“Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake. You may go back, Marthe. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first.
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