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She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. Q. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean.
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