She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. He cocked an eyebrow. ‘And what is it you’re to rescue her from, I should like to know. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. . That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground.
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