You know as well as I do that it was accident. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. He made it impossible not to respond, his arms tightening deliciously around hers. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road. And Pottiswick, of course.
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