“Let us escape,” she said. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes. ” The suitcase loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once again.
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