He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. ” “It was a mistake,” she faltered. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. 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. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. It is very bad. It’s the sort of way a woman always does gloss over her ethical positions. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women.
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