“MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. At the same time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do with you, is it?” “Why not?” he answered. I speak no harm of her. It’s to do with adolescence. He then descended; and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the window. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. "I knew him at once. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. . ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly.
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