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‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. "Come down stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist. Marry me. I don’t quite know why. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. People think it is, but they are wrong. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. "When I went through your trunk that first night, I discovered an envelope filled with manuscripts. “I can only repeat what I said before,” she declared. “You are the type that I want to marry someday, you’ve got a beautiful body, such pretty eyes. Her sister had told him that it was true. She didn’t realize she was until one day she has horrible cramps and she screams for me while she is on the toilet, and then she screams for her mother. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers.
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