Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. The chair is in the veranda. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. Your name. 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.
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