” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Irreton. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. Love and companionship.
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