The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue.
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