Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features.
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