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” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. . ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble.
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