It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. He kissed her at the door. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. Hugging him in the beautiful dress in front of the teenagers was strangely soothing to her. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life.
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