’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. It was wonderful. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him.
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