" "Zounds!" exclaimed Quilt, "did you kill him?" "Not quite," replied Terence, laughing; "but I brought him to his senses. Then, as he was trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for 107 Traci, motherfucker. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. It’s Italian. I heard John was talking about you again from Jenny McIntyre. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. I can't help looking at you frequently. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest.
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