She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. " "Do not go with him, Jack!" shrieked his mother.
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