Mrs. ” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. She knew blood was rushing to his face and other places as well. Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin.
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