He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. That capitaine has arranged it all. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. She has blue eyes, and her figure is more full.
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