. She interrupted. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. At the same time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do with you, is it?” “Why not?” he answered. It feels like it. " Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. "I am glad you think that," she replied. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad.
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