Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts.
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