He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. I have been very foolish, but it is over. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection.
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