She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. And she was as shrewd as they come. At the same time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do with you, is it?” “Why not?” he answered. She had found him! Excitement welled. “One can talk without undertones, so to speak,” said Ramage. ‘Come, Hilary.
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