He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. One would say she could try to —to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. She was mentally transported for an instant to the old castle in Herculis. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute.
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