Such a sky. The widest she'd ever seen. Even more than the long bow of the shoreline and the eternal spread of the sea, it was the sky Betsy could not fold into her understanding, the cliffs and hillocks of the land overturned, sculpted into the stony clouds and softened with the promise of light.
Alison AtleeTag: typewriter-girl
Her smile held–held and yet changed, the way freshness depart white linens once you unfold them and put them on the table or bed. Still clean, bright, but something departed.
Alison Atlee[Mr. Jones] was uncommonly bad at seduction if he though talk of common capital and incorporation would do the trick, but she could think of no other reason he would lavish her with such time and care.
Except the impossible one: No motive but to help her. Such purity didn’t exist, though. If it did …
If it did, he’d be a dangerously good seducer.
Tag: seduction
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