Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. Very few survived her trials. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. It heralded you, promised you. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. ” “Oh, damn the thing!” Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat.
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