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She had no idea how often I did this, simply watched her in almost bewildered disbelief. This woman had somehow consented to be my wife. She had said the vows and taken my name, had moved with me to the dower house on Uncle’s property, and now lay beside me every night and every morning. I was not terribly religious, but it seemed something of an ongoing miracle.
A Game of Hearts
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