by Frank Yerby
She tore free at last, her lips poppy-red and swollen.
“I’ll leave you,” she warned. “I’ll betray you! And there is still nothing. . . .”
But he held her to him, breath-stopped, saying: “There is now, Ceclie. There is now!”
“Yes,” she said, and her eyes were enormous, eclipsing her face, diamond-bright, tear-jeweled. “Yes, ‘Tienne! That’s all there is. Now.” Her lips, moving, made small flames inches from his bearded mouth. “Ah, yes—now. Now! Now, ‘Tienne! Now.”
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Table of Contents
The Foxes of Harrow
Inside Front Flap
Inside Rear Flap
Also by . . .
Title Page
Copyright information
Dedication
Foreword
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