She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. His statement was treated with derision.
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