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She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. Brown. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She asked no further questions for the moment. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. " "And I promise that all you tell me and show me will sink in," replied O'Higgins, frankly interested. . He allowed his irons and clothes to be taken off without resistance. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain.
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