It was a dead calm. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. ” Lucy instructed. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation.
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