He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. ” “No! I’ll explain lower. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. Maggot, eyeing him from head to heel with evident satisfaction;—"a devilish pretty fellow!" "Upon my word, Poll," said Kneebone, becoming very red, "you might have a little more delicacy than to tell him so before my face.
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