Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. Grimly Hilary smiled to himself at the effect of Gerald’s name. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. "I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside.
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