" "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more forcibly. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. I want you.
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