Ramage. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. *** Gerald vaguely noted that his junior leapt to his feet at sight of his former commander, and that Lucilla sat with her mouth at half-cock, dread in her face. But you belong to me—and I want you. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. He wants you—or he doesn’t; and then he helps some other woman against you.
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