“It’s the stir of spring,” he said. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. Wait a second. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy. She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates.
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