It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. But it was the form of her ruling determination; it was the only form that she ever allowed to see daylight. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disenchantment.
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