“You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He asked, incredulous. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. 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 didn’t mind that little argument. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps.
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