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He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. “Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone.
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