It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady. Sebastian traveled at seventy, eighty, then one-hundred down the freeway. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. Thanks. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard. "In spots you are a thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. But Sheppard answered for him.
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