The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. She passed down the stairs and into the street. Wood laughed louder than ever. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. She wedged the towel between her legs. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. ’ ‘Exactly so. ’ Ignoring this, the major slipped his hands about her waist and lifted her to her feet.
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