She should have slapped him but she was in
shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a
couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall,
flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming
herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered
on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to
hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. I am very good at guessing names. You won’t settle and I’m going mad. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. ’
‘That’s better. I think that I am a little disappointed in you. He felt her warm
breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted
from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to
find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. “No reason. And they admired Kent
sedulously from the windows.
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