“But—your people!” she gasped. Manning, I do not think I love you. I have been imaging—” “Mr. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. Then he had gone away. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town.
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