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found a woman who sparked his desire, and he didn

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he look so

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to leave, Celeste, not even bothering about her state

g, softly implored, "Mr. Ford, where

to some clues; after all, a newlywed Mrs. Ford ou

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th surprise – the timing

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turned out to b

warmth in his heart, dismissing las

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hair, murmuring, "Alri

odbye, M

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ful and gentle as