I didn't mean it. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. We’ll go. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. The months that followed September spiraled downward. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt.
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