#297913 - “Sooth me husband, sooth me with your milk!” she wailed and then it was over. We hid in the great barn away from the Village on the way to the big house after I supposedly left for London. I fumed, weasel faced fop indeed, perfumed? would she have preferred me to stink of horse dung like the danged blacksmith.
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