A crisis of some kind was toward. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease.
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