Water soaked her through in five minutes. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. Just a friendly polite suggestion. “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” She rolled the tissue into a ball in her lap and stared at it. ’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. “I am getting plain,” she said, with a little shudder. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. .
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