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Sons and Lovers

CHAPTER VIII
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He saw her peering forward at the page, her red lips parted piteously, the black hair springing in fine strands across her tawny, ruddy cheek.

She was coloured like a pomegranate for richness.

His breath came short as he watched her.

Suddenly she looked up at him.

Her dark eyes were naked with their love, afraid, and yearning.


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