She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. Lucy slept in the same room as Shari, only ten feet away. ‘If you imagine you’re going to use one ungentlemanly act to manipulate me, you very much mistake the matter.
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