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It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. To-morrow I am going to Paris. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. Then she moved towards the door. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Probably hadn't. Michelle had begged her to do it. “No, no, no. ” “I promise,” he answered heartily. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. Stop it. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. For the first time a definite doubt possessed him.
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