She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. I don’t love you. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable.
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