Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. To her horror she realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her own chin and John’s cheek. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes.
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