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" A peculiar smile illuminated Jack's features. “I do mean that,” she declared. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. Ramage controlled his expression and thought very quickly. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated.
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