“Why?” he asked, suavely. He guided himself between her legs. ” She took his hand, interrupting him. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders.
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