It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock.
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