238 < 30 > IN BED John drove her home after school nearly every day. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. No one would ever know what happened to him. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. In the genuinely dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door.
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