Mademoiselle has had no harm of me,’ Gerald said soothingly and bowed. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day.
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