She wanted him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an equation where a concrete result could be deduced. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. I’m a little tired. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Sometimes I think you would have been much better off if you had been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the Fourteenth Century. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify.
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