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She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. He suggested they take the remains of the household to his country estate, where he could at least hunt through the winter to provide them venison and grouse. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open. . She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. She hissed in a breath and his eyes met hers. Civil engineering. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. For a time she promenaded the room.
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