Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. ” “Not exactly,” he answered nervously. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. ” She wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his youthfulness. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. He was perhaps forty-five years of age.
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