Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. How Jack Sheppard was again captured. Something is feeding upon them. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn.
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