Silken open robes over full tiffany petticoats in a contrasting colour were, Lucy assured him, of the very latest Parisian design, cut by the finest French tailors. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. . I just want him, and no one else will do. CHAPTER XIV.
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