Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand.
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