He walked unsteadily towards the door. ‘Aye, miss, like a shadow. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Wood fancied he recognised. “You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. \"Great!\" I'll drive you. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an unprotected male.
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