“Veronica,” he said in a dangerously low voice, “you promised.” “A promise made under duress is not binding,” I said with cool detachment. “Duress! What duress?” he demanded. “I did not exactly hold you at swordpoint.” “No, but our relationship is one of an intimate nature. Such things can be coercive upon the weaker sex,” I said demurely. “Weaker?” He choked and only recovered himself when he had drunk half a cup of tea. “My dear Veronica, any person who would consider you an exemplar of any variety of weakness wants his head examined.” “That is very kind of you to say, I am sure,” I replied,
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