It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. She doubted if Manning would even listen to that. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. Have we not received Lady Bicknacre just this morning? Not to mention the Comtesse de St Erme. ‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Gerald saw her eyes change as she recognised him. How came you, Sir," he continued, addressing Sheppard, "to venture upon that frame. "And now, to your own concerns.
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