“Morning, Mom. ” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. She looked down at him and was amazed to see him erect again, amazed at the incredible virility that he possessed. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door.
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