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After dessert was finished, John took Lucy for a ride in
his car. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or
timorously or sentimentally. I sha'n't utter a word. " It was curiously
like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father
paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the
Word. Proper enough now,
when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he
was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to
receive. "
"Figg's an old friend of mine," rejoined Jack; "he was my instructor in the small
sword and back sword exercise.
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