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of Aristotle and Plato and all those other terribly
    logical types. I must warn you, sir, that too much rational, logical thinking can seriously rot the brain."
    "I shall bear that in mind." He kissed her breast, delighting in the texture of her skin. God, she felt good.
    He could not remember the last time he had wanted a woman the way he wanted this one tonight.
    He was impatient now. His body was throbbing with desire and the faint, pungent scent ofAugusta 's
    arousal was enthralling him. She wanted him . Deliberately he urged her legs apart again and eased his
    fingers into her damp heat.
    Augustacried out in shock and clutched at him. Her eyes widened with amazement. " Harry ."
    "Do you like that,Augusta ?" He trailed small kisses over her breast as he stroked his fingers across the
    soft plump petals that guarded her most intimate secrets.
    "I am not sure," she managed on a strangled gasp. "It feels quite strange. I do not know if—"
    The tall clock in the corner chimed the hour. It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water
    over Harry. He came to his senses with a sudden start.
    "Good God. What the devil am I doing?" Harry sat up abruptly and yankedAugusta 's gown down to
    her ankles. "Look at the time. Lady Arbuthnott and your friend Scruggs will be waiting for you. There is
    no telling what they will be thinking by now."
    Augustasmiled uncertainly as he tugged her to her feet and straightened her clothing. "There is no call for
    alarm, my lord. Lady Arbuthnott is a very modern sort of female, just as I am. And Scruggs is her butler.
    He will not say anything."
    "The hell he won't," Harry muttered as he struggled to adjust the satin roses around her bodice and pull
    her cloak over her shoulders. "Damn this gown. You are practically falling out of it. Allow me to tell you
    that one of the first things you will do after we are married is arrange for a new wardrobe."
    "Harry—"
    "Hurry,Augusta ." He took her hand and hauled her over to the window. "We must get you back to
    Lady Arbuthnott's without further delay. The last thing I want is gossip about you."
    "Indeed, my lord." There was a hint of frost in her tone now.
    Harry ignored her irritation. He climbed through the window and reached up to help Augusta down onto
    the grass. She felt supple and warm in his hands and he groaned. He was still painfully aroused. He
    thought briefly of carrying her straight upstairs to his bedchamber rather than taking her back to Sally's.
    But that was quite impossible tonight.
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    Soon , he promised himself as he took her hand and led her through the gardens toward the gate. This
    marriage would have to take place quite soon. He would not survive this kind of torture for long.
    Good lord, what had the woman done to him?
    "Harry, if you are so concerned about gossip and if you do not believe you love me, why on earth do
    you wish to marry me?"Augusta wrapped her cloak securely around herself and skipped to keep up with
    him.
    The question surprised him. It also annoyed him, although he knew he should have been expecting
    it.Augusta was not the type to let a subject drop easily.
    "There are any number of sound, logical reasons," he told her brusquely as he paused at the gate to
    check that the lane was empty. "None of which I have time to go into tonight." Cold moonlight revealed
    the cobbled pavement' quite plainly. The windows of Sally's house glowed warmly at the far end of the
    narrow lane. There was no one in sight. "Pull your hood up over your head,Augusta ."
    "Yes, my lord. We certainly would not want to risk anyone seeing me out here with you, would we?"
    He heard the prim, offended note in her voice and winced. "Forgive me for not being as romantic as you
    might wish,Augusta , but I am in somewhat of a hurry."
    "That is obvious."
    "You may not care about your reputation, Miss Ballinger, but I do." He concentrated on getting her
    safely down