"See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. She felt conscious of her nipples becoming visibly erect under the tight t-shirt and wished that she owned a thicker brassiere. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. " "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. I followed you home on the train. ’ ‘I chose to come with you, miss,’ Jack interrupted more firmly. " "It was her own fault," observed Blueskin, moodily. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. Her answer was not quite ready.
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