Let us be gone. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. Move. “But how is it all going to end?” said Mr. wonderful. She rang again with the same result.
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