’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. “In private. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. She slipped her hand between them and grasped his erection. He bent over to Anna at once. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other.
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