The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
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