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. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings, Madam, to believe that. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. Then she would be dead, and that was no use.
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