Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. " "If only…. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later. It is that you cannot refuse her sanctuary. \" He had caught her in a moment of weakness; the hunger had made her emotional! She felt a terrible warmth surge from her loins. F.
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