He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. “It is very doubtful,” he said. His tone was rough, almost threatening.
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