I can’t help it. "The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan. I have nothing, nothing that can possibly be passion for you. 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. This is the one movement that brings women of different classes together for a common purpose. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. ’ With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh. I want you.
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