“It’s—private. Turning, she heaved at the bottom door and slammed it in his face just as he came leaping forward to grab her. His voice had broken. . . The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. He filled her glass with champagne. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. Ascertaining that it was Sheppard of whom this concourse was in pursuit, the two horsemen leapt the hedge, and were presently close upon him.
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