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"Minx," he commented. "I should have let you shoot Cranshawe and been hauled off to Newgate."
Iron-hard hands suddenly grasped her hips, and she found herself lifted up and deposited on top of his body.
"This might prove the death of me, my love," he sighed, "but I'll show you."
"Absurd!" she murmured into his ear.