The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. ‘Dunderhead. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing.
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