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"
Do
n't
go
!
"
"
I
'm
not
,
Herzchen
.
"
He
twitched
another
pillow
from
the
sofa
,
pushed
it
behind
his
head
and
shifted
her
closer
in
to
his
side
,
sighing
softly
.
"
All
right
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Are
you
cold
?
"
"
No
,
but
if
you
are
we
could
go
to
bed
.
"
"
After
making
love
to
you
for
hours
on
a
fur
rug
?
What
a
comedown
!
Even
if
your
sheets
are
black
silk
.
"
"
They
're
ordinary
old
white
ones
,
cotton
.
This
bit
of
Drogheda
is
all
right
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Bit
of
Drogheda
?
"
"
The
rug
!
It
's
made
of
Drogheda
kangaroos
,
"
she
explained
.
"
Not
nearly
exotic
or
erotic
enough
.
I
'll
order
you
a
tiger
skin
from
India
.
"
