A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. She didn’t choose her man. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand.
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