When she awoke from a pleasant dream an hour later, she was shocked to find herself restrained in a bed that was not hers and not the inn’s. D'ye hear. Not up here, I think. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. ‘Yes, but I do not know why he should wish to do so, and therefore I cannot permit that he interferes. Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. Wood," returned Jackson, with the utmost composure; "you're a headborough, and a loyal subject of King George. Waving a white flag, naturally. Delight surged through her as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked flesh all at once. For a time Spurlock did not move.
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