But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. The Supper at Mr.
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