“We pretend bodies are ugly. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. His treatment of his wife is most unsatisfactory. He was consumed with desire. We felt like thieves. Then Manning flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. ‘So are you. ’ ‘But you must want more. Jonathan had not deceived him.
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