The next moment he was by her side. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in his bedroom. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. I'm nearly nabbing you. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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