She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. Oh, John. “Lucy Albert. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. We came on here at once. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask. If you had not brought your companion here, it would not have happened. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket.
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