Edward approached his wife with the remainder of his glass of sherry. Holding it aloft, he said quietly, “To our marriage, my love. May it be long and fruitful.” Draining his glass he returned it to the tray carried by Mrs. Weber. Seeing that Bella still held her glass Edward stretched out his hand and raised the glass to her lips. “Drink, my love. We needs must be going.”
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