“I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. Jolly nice girl, too. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her.
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