Sorry to be so nosy. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. ‘No, for you had your own selfish plans already made, that is now seen.
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