But he was destined to have every tide of feeling
awakened—every wound opened. From long
experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied
to this girl. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly
look. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. “John went into one of
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the bedrooms Katy Pfister for over two hours, and I
think he finally lost his virginity. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom
dame. She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. Taking the
wind was her business in life. Besides," she added, blushing yet more
deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of
convalescence.
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