Sebastian dared not approach her. His assistance came too late. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. She removed it. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. ‘I do not believe you.
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