Twenty guineas, mind. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. ” “Why?” she asked. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He hung vaguely for a moment as she passed. The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. “A sex of blacklegging clients. Once in England, she made all haste to visit Remenham House. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her.
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