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She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. “Eight, Cavendish Square. " He took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully.
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