What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. She felt his whole mind sounding in ecstasy. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river.
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