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IV-3
“Will you love me?” She felt a little reassured, and raised her head, which was covered with a cloud of lace. “I love you already, dear,” she said, with a smile. He took his wife’s little slender fingers in his mouth, and, his voice changed by this living gag, he asked: “Will you give me a proof of your love?” The question frightened her again, and, only remembering her father’s words, and not quite understanding what she said: “I am yours, dear,” she answered. He covered her hand with humid kisses, and, slowly rising, he bent towards her face, which she again began to hide. Suddenly he threw one arm across the bed, winding it around his wife over the clothes, and slipped his other arm under the bolster, which he raised with her head upon it; then he asked, in a low whisper: “Then
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