’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. ’ ‘I have no game. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart. No, never mind about thanking me.
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