"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. ” He shook her diminutive hand. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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