She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Very gently indeed, Alderley grasped the handle of the door and stealthily turned it. “Lord!” she said. It would be swindling. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. The delay was only momentary.
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