It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. It is magnificent indeed.
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