I keep it for my own drinking," he added in a lower tone. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend.
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