His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips.
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