On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. I may want you. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk.
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