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She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. Sebastian drank deeply and quickly of her blood. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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