“Of course I will,” he answered. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. They had cried a little, both. “What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. I'll call it my wedding gift.
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