He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Suddenly a half stifled exclamation broke from Anna’s lips. Valade accorded the major’s greeting a brief nod and gave his attention back to St Erme. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. You steered and I rowed stroke. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy.
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