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She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. It was not quite the search I intended,’ he said with a touch of selfmockery as he released her, ‘but success comes in all sorts of unexpected ways. ” Ramage reflected. "Stir a foot, at your peril. " The object of this discussion sat motionless. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead.
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