Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. Her hormones were raging stupidly. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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