She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. Mike was in his blue jeans and a tee-shirt, and Lucy, knowing that Mrs. “Well?” he asked her tersely. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Ever and again Capes appealed to Ann Veronica. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person.
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