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"“I see you’ve washed the dye out,” he murmured. She almost fled. He couldn’t want to see all of her. She tried to pull away, but he caught her back to him again. “Am I going to have to tie you down?” he asked. “You don’t want to…” He grinned, and she felt her knees turn to mush. And suddenly his neckcloth was in his hands and he was tying her hands together, just as he had with Minette. “Thank heavens for neckcloths,” she snapped, pulling at the bonds, her nakedness forgotten, “or your partners would keep getting away.”"