[ One of his hands folds over By’s, where it tugged his button hole, and squeezes it.
The other, with less heartfelt sincerity, puts fingertips to Byerly’s jaw and chin to tilt his aloof coquettish head into hard-to-escape eye contact. ]
You truly have never thought, in anger or pity, if I was in charge, then…?
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[ One of his hands folds over By’s, where it tugged his button hole, and squeezes it.
The other, with less heartfelt sincerity, puts fingertips to Byerly’s jaw and chin to tilt his aloof coquettish head into hard-to-escape eye contact. ]
You truly have never thought, in anger or pity, if I was in charge, then…?