The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. 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. “I wish you didn’t. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. There is no other way. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. It’s all right. I die happy—quite happy in beholding you.
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