“Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. I want to love him.
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