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Desert Love

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 661    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

it behind her just as the man relentlessly pur

and one smiling, pointed to the upper storey of the house, through the small windows of which came the sound of

ase-voz amieze-

nd, but thankful for her present safety, Jill crossed the court, slipping unromantically on

e to her as a message of peace, so pushing back the stuff she entered t

uess you're from the same boat! Cute of you

entioned trio, two flash-looking English women, who had in tow a certain type of man who is only to be found on board ship, an obese German, a French widow whose weeds grew more from utility than necessity, and a dapper little Frenchman who twinkled his over-manicured fingers for the benefit of a healthy, jolly looking Australian girl sitting uncomfo

ions spreading all over the floor excepting in the middle where lay an exquisite Persian carpet, long mirrors on all sides, little inlaid table

e so as to add yet more perquisites to his daily remunerat

ll with a slight frown, as the t

corsets were not in exact accord with the cushions upon which

," said the Frenchman,

ent they wer

t quiet, as did the Englishman who had been there before; the Italian ejaculated "Per dio," and the Frenchman "Mon Dieu," as the widow, pulling one side of her veil across her face, hid her over-crimson mouth, but in no way imp

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