” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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