He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. “I should like to understand you,” he said. "That's scarcely a fair question, Mr. The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. "You'll never return. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. “I am the most foolish of men. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. I want you beyond measure or reckoning. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. “You have put all your life in my hands,” he declared.
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