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Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. She had killed him. It’s the public entrance. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips.
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