‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again,
hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and
crashing beyond the secret door. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. Sebastian leapt down into the crypt. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the
wind veered slightly. She
moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing
against her panties under her skirt.
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