Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. "I yield to fate. Father— dead. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. “But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. I'm sure he'll do his best to content you.
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