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Sorry to be so nosy. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. Any financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological treat. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely.
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