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She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. Luckily, Sir James was so much engrossed by his own task, that both the remark and gesture escaped him. Then he stood up and repeated it again. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. What was the fellow about? Was he being imposed upon? He watched as the man Valade turned back, spreading his hands in the French way. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. " "It is strange," replied Winifred, artlessly.
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