"Mother, I come to you. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady.
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