Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. It was my destiny to have her. You will have to tell me. 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. The Wastrel did not relish this. By the by, Mr. This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter. .
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