Her head swam. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. It would make my wife very happy. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low forehead. “The unaccountable thing is that I wouldn’t go home to please her. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping.
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