Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. He was almost paralyzed with nervousness and desire. Jack Kimble. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out at once. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist.
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