He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. Wood resounded from below. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me.
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