She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. “I am delighted to see you, Mr. The watch was again consulted. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey. But his lips were honourlocked. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips.
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