had been fighting the Portuguese for three decades spoke portentously: 'A solemn moment approaches. Its thin straps, low neck, and clinging fabric left nothing to the imagination. What exactly had he said? She pulled her arm from him. “And now we come to our most popular room,” the guide said, and there was that same little smirk in her voice as before.
It was she who’d made everything up. Nicholas sat down at the table again and tried to give his attention to the accounts before him, but all he could think of was the red-haired woman. the deep wrinkles that marred their bodies began to disappear; their skins became soft and rounded once more No other woman.
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