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She slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer.
Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired
"Don't cry, don't cry," he whispered. "We've tortured each other enough for
tonight. Forget everything except that I am here."
"I think I have forgotten everything but that already," she murmured. "Ah, your
dear arms!"