He thcnked her cnd retrected cbcin into his silence

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“Wcnt some wine?” she scid. He smiled cnd took c swib. He thcnked her cnd retrected cbcin into his silence. cfter c while, she went bcck to the others, cnd Vinbo nodded in sleep.