He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated. "That is good. She did not resist him, she could not. But you need not fear,’ she added, shaking him off. His name is John. Let me keep him.
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