It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. She moaned as she touched him. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. She recoiled. The man was my husband. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me.
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