He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired. “If it is a choice between the two,” she answered, “I must be Annabel Pellissier. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky.
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