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The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. ‘What in God’s name is going on?’ Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab for the little square of linen. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. People think it is, but they are wrong.
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