She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. She felt the warm nearness of his. I’m going up to London with the Widgetts to that ball. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. I will take her back.
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