She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. " "I cannot consent to it," replied Sir Rowland firmly. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck.
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