Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. It was red and chapped. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. "I was only just in time. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. He's coming. She fidgeted and looked away. ’ He glanced at the captain. So it does. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. I shall count it a privilege. I've always been more or less music-mad.
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