She felt his erection
against her naked thigh. He gave her
one of the sweaty red cans. Sheppard. ]
CHAPTER VIII
Slowly Ruth entered her own room. Turning off again
on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley,
into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard,
overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Enschede halted. ’
Melusine sighed deeply. "
"Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. Mischief bubbled
up in her.
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