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but it was not a good thing to smirch the reputation of one's own wife. All her life that piece of slander would stain her, and Geoffrey was not sure, even with his private knowledge of her virtue, that he could endure the sly looks and ugly hints that would follow. He sighed and loosened his grip on Joanna. |
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Equally desirous yet fearful of renewing their love play, they stared somberly at each other until, with a tiny shiver, Joanna slid out of Geoffrey's embrace entirely. For both there was the sense of something very sweet slipping away, and they swayed back toward each other. |
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"My lord, my lady," Lady Mary said softly from the doorway, "dinner is ready to be served. Will you come?" |
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