Homosexuals weren’t looked too kindly upon in their exclusive suburban neighborhood, not even dashing handsome ones. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. She had better escape if she can.
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