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The girl nodded sagely. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. “Lighten up. His eyes swept down and Melusine felt the quiver at her lips where he gazed. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.
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