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She shook her head dolefully "And still a man invariably expects that a woman will kneel in front of him with…ut idea of precisely what she would do, kneeling before hiested she uessed my name yet," she prompted

"I know you are Lady Nevill," he said "But I don’t know theof all"

"And that is?"

"Your proper name, of course" He picked up her hand "One learns much from a woman’s intimate name I hope you aren’t a Mary…so puritanical"

She giggled at that, and the sensual sound of it raced down his legs "I’m not Mary"

He traced a slish nalishhood," he said "I find it hard to put you together with a naaret"

"Surely I don’t look like a sturdy Englishwoman!"

He took up her invitation and surveyed her from head to foot Her eyes had a wicked slant, tipped up at the edges and emphasized by the kohl Her lips were lushly red, crimson almost Her bodice was stiffly laced and low; her breasts were er than Poppy’s and plu for adesire as a palpable ache "No, you don’t look sturdy to ins with an L"

"Lily," he said, "like a flower"

"Too wholesoain

"Lettice"

She put up her nose "I aetable"

"I’reat-aunt named Lettice and I’ve always liked it Laetitia?" She shook her head "Lorelei?" A nice name, she declared, but not hers "Liliane?"

Finally, she gave in and told him "Louise"

"Louise…" He rolled the word on his tongue "Very nice"

Her throaty giggle was reply enough

Fletch laughed--they were both laughing--

When Poppy suddenly appeared with Gill and St Albans beside her "Hello," she said

She wasn’t s