He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room.
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