Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. If Mr. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. The unfortunate carpenter struggled violently, but ineffectually. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit.
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