. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “Wasn’t Parliament to reassemble?” He put out his hand and leaned against a tree and crossed his legs. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly as you can. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute.
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