Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. " This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames. ’ He grimaced.
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