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If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. . When they made love, he seemed to shift into the realm of possessiveness. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book.
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