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Sheppard. Love lives on a higher plane. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. He drew a little sigh of relief. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. "No offence," returned Jonathan. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair— eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute.
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