I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. I bent over him. I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ” “But is that really so?” said Ann Veronica. Courtlaw sat with folded arms.
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