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He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. ” “Did it hurt when we did it?” His voice rose, inflamed with worry. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors.
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