‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. 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. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one. She colored faintly.
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