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Did the tip of her nose still wiggle when she was trying to stifle a laugh?
Lisbet leaned back, supporting her weight on her hands as she opened herself to Kit. She felt like a goddess, wanton and pagan, one of the false idols that parents warned their children against. Men may have laid their coins at her altar, but Kit knelt reverently and offered her soul.
