I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Oh, wait!’ She seized Jack’s arm as he was about to go out of the room. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ‘She ought to be. . ” He shook her diminutive hand.
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