’ ‘What is all this about your proof?’ demanded Roding, diverted. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. ‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. That’s the wonder of it. He declined to come in. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally.
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