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” “It isn’t necessary,” they both declared breathlessly. " The Wastrel laughed. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. But why didn't you let me know they were coming. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal.
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