‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. "Perhaps that would have been best. Got the day off. “A very clear statement, madam,” he said. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. And you shall have a share of the gold for yourself. To her horror she realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her own chin and John’s cheek. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian.
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