Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. I'm a slave to my word. Her pa was only the smithy. " Mr. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. My goodness gracious. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver.
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