She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. I loved her so much. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. His face was white. Let—it—fall.
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