Sydney was watching her eagerly. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. Put your arms around her and tell her you love her. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. Not MY affair. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disenchantment.
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