He slid out of her. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. This is not honourable.
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