Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinary channels. She hoped desperately that Mrs. " "Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged to leave you.
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