He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. "Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. " "Very well, sir. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried.
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