She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir Rowland.
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