Waiting
alone in the frost-blue frock he had so often praised, with the sweet
orchard smell wafting in from outside, the twice-jilted Juliet thought
once more of Long John, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He
was now, according to Countess Genevieve, in the clutches of Cesar
Marquez and his gang of cutthroats.
Then came an eerie chill of premonition, and
she realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. He was here!
“I couldn’t stay away, sweetheart!” he stammered, pressing his lips to
hers, and as it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, she
wordlessly let her body melt against his own.
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