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When he came back she had been all over the house with a sleek look on her pleasant face. Her dark eyes had a consenting softness. She had seen things that had stirred the woman in her. "He's a man and a good one." She had warmed to the way he had treated her. No innuendoes, no advantages taken. He was a good man who could be gentle and clean with a woman.
Furze found her dressed, her black hair all crisped after its soaking.