‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. Then suddenly, in front of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and kissed her unresisting face. “What are you doing?” He cried. Was the young lady impatient for experience? Was she adventurous? As a man of the world he did not think it becoming to accept maidenly calm as anything more than a mask. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. ” She laughed gaily—and she had a way when she laughed of throwing back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from her was a thing very much to be desired.
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