She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. " "What!" she exclaimed, staring eagerly in his face. An electric light flashed out from the wall.
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