When Richard had almost drunk his fill of her, and they both had surfaced, gasping for breath, he said, “I hope that laugh did not mean you are refusing me your aid?"
“Not at all,” she assured him, smiling like a contented cat and winding both her arms about his neck. “There is no task too great or too grueling for me."
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