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CHAPTER XXVIII. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. Do you want to kill us both? Stop the thing. I love the soles of your feet.
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