He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. 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. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said.
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