It was impossible. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. And so Winifred understood him. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. ’ Gerald raised his brows. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. Leave the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter it again at your peril.
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