She nodded. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. I packed them with the other few things I owned.
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