” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes. But—he was cleverer than any of you. Not entirely. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. He thrust into her slowly at first, astonished at the natural amount of resistance and unexpected friction which nearly drove him to come instantaneously.
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