“Eight, Cavendish Square. ‘Flirting, Gerald? A new come-out for you. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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