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I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. ‘A thing Marthe told me of,’ Melusine answered, her attention on the garments that were still lying higgledy-piggledy, just as she had left them. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop touching him as she unclothed him. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once.
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