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When Raoul pressed his flaccid lips to Margaret's mouth a second time, she jerked her head back wildly, tearing at his encircling arms like a tigress. Jeanne sprang to her aid, eluding her guard, and was borne back again before she had time to do more than strike at the grinning face bent over Margaret. Slowly Raoul controlled the frenzied struggling of Margaret's limbs.
"The dove shows fight indeed," he purred. "Well, I like it better so."