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His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. “I——” The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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