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And quickly, before Lynette could react, Beddington turned and kissed her passionately - flicking his tongue into her mouth just once, and then releasing her. It happened so quickly, no-one could have possibly seen.

"See, that's the way to do it," said the "ghost". Beddington was shocked - the idea of kissing a woman of quality like that had been totally unknown to him. Dollymops yes, innocent girls, no. But somehow, he sensed the "ghost", while strange in its ways, had some knowledge he didn't, as if he could see into the future. If it shocked Lady Lynette, well, she'd have to get used to it. On the other hand, after she'd just confessed how he made her feel, maybe she would welcome it.

"All this sighing and holding hands to breasts is so, like, Jane Austen," said the ghost. Beddington had no idea who this Austen person was, unless she were one of Lord Austin's distant relations, but presumably the "ghost" didn't approve of her.

he glanced at Lynette, to see her reaction.