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"
I
’
ve
missed
you
terribly
all
these
months
.
"
"
Did
you
get
into
mischief
?
"
"
Well
,
I
bought
an
Ingres
drawing
and
paid
a
lot
of
money
for
it
.
I
must
show
it
you
before
you
go
.
"
"
Don
’
t
forget
.
Where
have
you
put
it
?
"
She
had
wondered
from
the
moment
she
got
into
the
house
whether
the
seduction
would
take
place
in
the
study
or
upstairs
.
"
In
my
bedroom
,
"
he
answered
.
"
That
’
s
much
more
comfortable
really
,
"
she
reflected
.
She
laughed
in
her
sleeve
as
she
thought
of
poor
old
Charles
devising
a
simple
little
trick
like
that
to
get
her
into
his
bedroom
.
What
mugs
men
were
!
Shy
,
that
was
what
was
the
matter
with
them
.
A
sudden
pang
shot
through
her
heart
as
she
thought
of
Tom
.
Damn
Tom
.
Charles
really
was
very
sweet
and
she
was
determined
to
reward
him
at
last
for
his
long
devotion
.
"
You
’
ve
been
a
wonderful
friend
to
me
,
Charles
,
"
she
said
in
her
low
,
rather
husky
voice
.
She
turned
a
little
so
that
her
face
was
very
near
his
,
her
lips
,
again
like
Lady
Hamilton
’
s
,
slightly
open
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
haven
’
t
always
been
very
kind
to
you
.
"
She
looked
so
deliciously
yielding
,
a
ripe
peach
waiting
to
be
picked
,
that
it
seemed
inevitable
that
he
should
kiss
her
.
Then
she
would
twine
her
soft
white
arms
round
his
neck
.
But
he
only
smiled
.
