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‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. ‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’ He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to Melusine’s increased fury. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. “You see, Vee,” said Mrs. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a husband should be. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. “Are there others like you?” “Yes. I’m damaged goods. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. ” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. I mean that it doesn’t interest you in itself. Don't ask any more questions.
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