When the first moment of ecstasy in the knowledge that they were indeed
given back to each other was over, Michael drew Sabine to the window
seat where she had been crouching only that short while before in silent
misery.
"Sweetheart," he entreated, "now you have got to tell me everything--do
you understand, Sabine--every single thing from the first moment in the
chapel when we made those vows until now when we are going to keep them.
I want to know everything, darling child--all your thoughts and what you
did with your life--and when you hated me and when you loved me----"
They sat down on the velvet cushions and Sabine nestled into his arms.
"It is so difficult, Michael," she cooed, "how can I begin? I was
sillier and more ignorant than any other girl of seventeen could
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