Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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