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| "Do you see that horse yonder?" Stanford said, placing his empty glass in the wicker basket. "One never sees a horse so well as when he is grazing close by, intent upon the grass, oblivious of man. |

| "Look how he moves his ears, how he blows through his soft nostrils, how his casual movements are made," he continued. "He moves from clump to clump, making his selection by standards of his own, never still, yet entirely free of the restlessness of a stalled horse." |

| He looked at Sasha. She met his gaze and did not even notice when he took the wineglass from her hand, for his beautiful words about the horse had momentarily mesmerized her. |

| "Gentle animals make peace," Stanford said, setting the glass into the basket beside his. He took both of Sasha's hands and drew her close. "Listen to the soft noises of the horseits hooves in the grass, its teeth crunching the grass." |

| Before she could stop him, Stanford had Sasha in a tight embrace, his lips pressing hard into hers. The kiss brought her back to reality and the sort of man she was with. One of his hands was now wildly caressing one of her breasts through her dress. |

| "Sasha . . ." he whispered as he drew his lips away. "Let me make love to you. I need you. God, how I" |

| Sasha was near to gagging from his wet kiss and his groping hands. She shoved hard against his chest, knocking him off balance as he fell away from her. |

| "Take me home at once," she said, scrambling to her feet. Breathing hard, she glared down at him. "I |

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