Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. She gloried in it: he needed her. She ignored his question. She had heard the trader utter it many times. The remainder of dinner was surreal and stilted. “What he had was altogether insufficient. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns.
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