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A Poor Wise Man

grandfather's Sunday habits, and I met your father and mother on the road going
out of town at noon. I knew they had not come back."
"How do you know that?"
He smiled down at her. "I have ways of knowing quite a lot of things. Especially
when they are as vital to me as this few minutes alone with you."
He bent toward her, as he sat behind the tea table.
"You know how vital this is to me, don't you?" he said. "You're not going to cut
me off, are you?"
He stood over her, big, compelling, dominant, and put his hand under her chin.
"I am insane about you," he whispered, and waited.
Slowly, irresistibly, she lifted her face to his kiss.
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