He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. God, we suck.
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