The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. "These writer chaps are queer birds. As a sex you’re a little under-trained—in affairs. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath.
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