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1 " I supposed you've already kissed him? Don't deny it, that guilty look is a complete giveaway. Did you like it?" " Felicity!" " Well?" " Yes." Ainsley laughed. " Yes, I did." " Was it a good kiss? The kind of kiss to give you confidence that your Mr. Drummond would know what he was doing? The kind of kiss that made you want him to do more than kiss you? "
2 " She raised her fist to knock as the door swung open. She jumped.“My two-o’clock, I presume.” Konrad Drummond jerked his head, wordlessly ordering her inside.“Uh, yes, I—”“Take off your clothes.” He stalked back inside, ignoring her proffered hand. “Toss ‘em anywhere. "
3 " He weighs the volume in his hand; this one has been the center of the whirlwind. Then DRUMMOND notices the Bible on the JUDGE's bench. He picks up the Bible in his other hand; he looks from one volume to the other, balancing them thoughtfully, as if his hands were scales. He half-smiles, half-shrugs. Then DRUMMOND slaps the two books together and jams them in his brief case, side by side. Slowly, he climbs to the street level and crosses the empty square. "
― , Inherit the Wind
