He returned, sitting on the floor beside the couch adoring her and stroking her bare arms. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. They are their mother’s sons. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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