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The touch of her hands was pleasurable. ‘Me, I have a name. \" Lucy obliged her, walking back to the entryway and slipping off the loafers. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. ’ The fury welled. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. Look at these walls. "Kidnapped, and sent to France by one uncle, it was my lot to fall into the hands of another,—my father's own brother, the Marshal Gaucher de Chatillon; to whom, and to the Cardinal Dubois, I owed all my good fortune. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs.
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