There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. The arm about her was steel hard, and she felt the weapon that was placed at her heart, which thumped uncomfortably in her chest. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. “In self-defence I had to,” she answered. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. I’m damaged goods. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed.
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