and now , with the end in sight after years of planning , he could no longer deny he wanted eliza more . he wanted her so badly that when faced with the choice of foiling montague or getting married , the latter was the event he could n't bear to miss . even while the thought of montague slipping through his fingers caused his gut to knot and sweat to mist his skin , the response was only a shadow of what he felt when contemplating the loss of eliza

not that she had n't received a fine education , but it was a far cry from the hallowed halls of academia for which she 'd originally aimed . '' english , '' she said evasively . '' i wanted to major in english . '' he nodded . '' right . so where 'd you end up going ? '' '' wisconsin , '' she said , being deliberately vague . let him think she was talking about the university , not the state

she waited expectantly for his reply . instead , he conjured her a warm nightgown and held it out to her . '' here , woman . '' lydia was touched by his gift . mostly because she knew how rare it was for him to do this . '' thank you . and by the way ... my name is lydia

turson and bearl stood in the darkness near the wall of the prison . as he studied the wall , turson said , '' they have expanded it , adding to the wall along the western and southern sections . however , this side they have not touched . i made a mark on the stone . if we are lucky i shall be able to feel that
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