’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon 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. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister snoring in the bed across the room. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his.
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