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He dropped the key on the counterpane. EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself.
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