Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. "Ruth?" he called. Seems you were right about Valade. It was a brief solitude, however. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it.
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