His body went limp, and as he withdrew she ironically found herself at the doorway for the first time in her life of being truly aroused. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. He felt her observance and warmed to it. He was by no means certain that she would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened.
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