A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was here yesterday. “Let me help you,” he begged. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony.
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