Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. . Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. " The tone was neutral. ‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you, madame. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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