Pay fools with promises. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. “What if you get pregnant?” His worry came to a quick fruition. Recollect that. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. " "That is a far more agreeable one, I must confess," returned Kneebone, with a self-sufficient smirk. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure.
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