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Do but open it, Simon, and take me inside." |
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He began to laugh. Sir Andre had warned him about Alinor's persistence. Unless she was convinced a thing she wanted was wrong, she would continue to strive toward it, backing and filling, seeming often to yield, but always gaining inch by inch until she had her way. |
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"You will get no good of it," he warned, nonetheless loosening the folds so that Alinor could slip under. |
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Quick as a striking snake, her cloak was open also and slipped up over Simon's shoulders under his own so that they were pressed breast to breast. She tilted her head back, her eyes light and laughing. |
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"I will get warm," she murmured, sliding her arms up around his neck and pulling his head down. "For now, beloved, that will be sufficient." |
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