I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. "One whom you may perhaps have forgotten," replied the stranger, "but who can never forget the kindness he experienced at your hands, or at those of your excellent husband.
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