CHAPTER VI. ’ She drew a heavy breath. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. ’ His brows rose. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child. It was a simple wish.
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