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He thrust quick and hard as her hips ground tightly against his loins.
“Iris!” he cried out through clenched teeth, as bolts of fire shot through him and he poured his seed into the woman.
After a moment, Margaret’s thin arms slipped around his slight frame as he lay exhausted atop her. And a moment later, when the man’s tears started soaking the mute woman’s shift, she ran her fingers soothingly over the rumpled linen of his shirt. As the weeping subsided, the man lifted his head and gazed down at the grave expression of the gaunt, almost fragile woman.
“Why do you do this, Margaret? Why do you allow me to do such things to you?”
Her reply could be only silence, and not even her eyes answered him. But her fingers continued to caress his face gently.
“I know it is a terrible thing
