The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. I’m turning into a big fat cow. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient.
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