Lippa by Beatrice Egerton
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page 97 of 97 (100%)
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raising hers sees something in them, which makes her draw still closer,
till their lips meet. 'Dearest,' he whispers. And then a silence also falls on them, while the calm moon, unmoved at what she sees, still shines on the same, and the distant ripple of the waves breaking on the shore is all that is heard. THE END |
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