He closed the door. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. “Do YOU go across the Park?” “Not usually. " "I'm afraid I don't understand. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers.
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