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. He had been hard since they had taken their clothes off. Bête, she told herself fiercely. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows.
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