"Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. ” He moved himself from the recliner to the couch and patted a cushion. Lucy's ears were singing. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers.
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