But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. “Dear John,” she whispered. ” She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. “More than that, he arrived to-day at the boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a theatrical start, and claimed me—as his wife. ” The doors at the other end of the hall opened. It is quite a descent from the clouds, isn’t it?” “I will accept that,” Anna said, “as accounting for the surprise.
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