’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. " "You flatter me," smiled Sir James. “One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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