Her belly was being touched, she felt her thighs caressed softly. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Now, the reward?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse.
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