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He
laughed
.
’
Blest
be
the
tie
that
binds
our
hearts
in
kindred
love
,
’
he
said
.
’
Of
course
!
’
she
said
.
’
Even
when
he
’
s
soft
and
little
I
feel
my
heart
simply
tied
to
him
.
And
how
lovely
your
hair
is
here
!
quite
,
quite
different
!
’
’
That
’
s
John
Thomas
’
s
hair
,
not
mine
!
’
he
said
.
’
John
Thomas
!
John
Thomas
!
’
and
she
quickly
kissed
the
soft
penis
,
that
was
beginning
to
stir
again
.
’
Ay
!
’
said
the
man
,
stretching
his
body
almost
painfully
.
’
He
’
s
got
his
root
in
my
soul
,
has
that
gentleman
!
An
’
sometimes
I
don
’
know
what
ter
do
wi
’
him
.
Ay
,
he
’
s
got
a
will
of
his
own
,
an
’
it
’
s
hard
to
suit
him
.
Yet
I
wouldn
’
t
have
him
killed
.
’
’
No
wonder
men
have
always
been
afraid
of
him
!
’
she
said
.
’
He
’
s
rather
terrible
.
’
The
quiver
was
going
through
the
man
’
s
body
,
as
the
stream
of
consciousness
again
changed
its
direction
,
turning
downwards
.
And
he
was
helpless
,
as
the
penis
in
slow
soft
undulations
filled
and
surged
and
rose
up
,
and
grew
hard
,
standing
there
hard
and
overweening
,
in
its
curious
towering
fashion
.
The
woman
too
trembled
a
little
as
she
watched
.
’
There
!
Take
him
then
!
He
’
s
thine
,
’
said
the
man
.
And
she
quivered
,
and
her
own
mind
melted
out
.
