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It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him.
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