These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. You refuse me your confidence. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder.
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