Enchanted

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The Duke held her against him, and as her head fell back against his shoulder he looked down at her strange, elfin face. He ran his finger over her little arched eyebrows, touched her eyes and her small, straight nose. Then he outlined the curve of her lips. As he did so he felt her quiver with a sensuous movement that was very human, and he laughed gently. "I am enchanted, my adorable one, not only by your face and your body, but by your spirit, your heart and your sould, and it is an enchantment from which I can never escape."