"Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. Mike chimed in. Sheppard; "never! never!" "Halloa! what's this?" demanded Blueskin, springing to his feet. "I assure you, Sir, when I left him an hour ago, it was locked. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response.
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