” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. They moved fast. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII. It was time to get up. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor.
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