She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for 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. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. ’ ‘You surprise me. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered.
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