” “I am sure,” Lady Lescelles said, gently, “that the last consideration need not weigh with you in the least. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. She recoiled. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. ‘She wants you. I went off to round up his wife. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt.
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