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The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. It was a reputation by no means deserved. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. ’ ‘But you are not a surgeon,’ protested Melusine. White——” “No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her.
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