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as well as her body.
    By three in the morning he’d made a plan. He knew what he had to do. Waking his sleeping brothers he accompanied them back to his house and fell into his bed fully dressed. After three hours of sleep he eagerly hurried back to his wife’s house without shaving or changing his clothes, his pockets bulging with his winnings.
    Enthroned in his new library he slowly sipped down a cup of chocolate while reading the previous day’s papers. The expected fireworks soon started; he could hear his beloved was awake and unhappy as she screamed at some unseen servant, “Where is that miscreant Hervey creature? My husband...who else would I be talking about? There’s only one Hervey creature...He’s in the library? I’m going to kill him! I don’t care if it’s illegal and when I want a sermon I’ll hire a vicar.” A few minutes later the library door slammed into the wall demanding his attention. He leaned over to see his wife’s heaving bosoms barely restrained by a low cut greenish-blue nightdress, glorious flames of copper trailing over her shoulders and down her back. His blood raced through his veins daring him to defy his lust.
    “Good morning Sweetheart, did you sleep well?”
    “Where have you been?” The growl promised retribution. “I expected you to come do your duty last night.” The savage words seemed mild when followed by a scream of rage. “I waited up for you, you heartless lying miscreant.”
    “I told you I’d return later...”
    “Returning twelve hours later is not returning later, it’s returning the next day you hateful orange monster. Where have you been?”
    “Playing dice...”
    “Dice?” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You were throwing dice instead of fulfilling your conjugal duty? I hate...you!” The last word was drawn out into another scream of fury. The scream abruptly ceased as he casually pulled three bags from his pockets and threw them on the small table next to him. “What is that?”
    “My winnings, yesterday was the luckiest day of my life. You look delicious. Can I have a kiss?”
    “No.” Her voice was imperious. “I married you to be a married lady; you will shave that orange mould off your face and bed me or else.”
    “Can I tell you a secret? There is nothing I’d rather be doing right now then making love to you; you look like a goddess...” He allowed himself a loud sigh as he ogled the outlines of her charms. “...you ravish me.”
    She looked torn between wanting to believe him and kill him. “Then shave your face and do your duty. I thought you said you cared.” The words were filled with pain.
    “I care very much.”
    “Then make me your wife.”
    “I’ll happily oblige you on one small condition; call me Sweetheart and say it like you mean it.”
    Her eyes narrowed as her nostrils flared. “You’re not my sweetheart and I couldn’t even pretend to mean it. I hate you!”
    “That’s unfortunate for me, but at least you’ll never die in childbed.”
    She clenched her fists and screamed before snarling, “I didn’t marry you to decorate my library. I married you to be a married lady. You’re breaking the contract you hateful orange fortune hunter...”
    “Don’t be cruel Juliana. It’s not my fault I have orange hair and I’m certainly not a fortune hunter. If you want me to make love to you; call me Sweetheart, say it like you mean it and I’ll oblige you with pleasure. I’m not asking you to stand on your head.”
    “I refuse to feed your self-conceit. Do your duty or I’ll annul you from my life and buy a man who will.”
    “Men can’t perform on demand Juliana. Even if you call me Sweetheart I may not be able to make you my wife till later today; I’ve only had three hours of sleep.”
    “You orange cur, if you insist on this stupid mindless condition I’ll demand an annulment.”
    “As you wish...but if you annul me from your life I fear in my grief I may publicly declare the ills of being