Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. You know—I worship you. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end of all wedding journeys is disillusion. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs.
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