"And what does a woman dream of, Mrs. Stowe?"
Smiling dreamily, she pulled back the blankets on his bed. "She dreams of a man who is all hers, a man whose whole world revolves around her. He might go out and solve world problems and be seen by everyone as magnificently strong, but when he's at home, he puts his head on her lap and tells her he couldn't have accomplished anything without her."
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