"A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There was such intense tyrannical passion in the gesture that the marquis relinquished the doorknob and came back.
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool...
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