She felt her own body stir, ready for more. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. ‘Not kill me, I mean. "Given a chance, I can make bread and butter. ’ The fury welled. He never finished his sentence. But, perhaps Mr. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. Would you mind?" She wanted another kiss, but she did not know how to go about it; so she satisfied the hunger by pressing his hands to her thundering heart. It’s no good. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult.
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