"Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life.
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