Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. After he had endured this torture for an hour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Miching Mallecho.
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