His eyes were closed. She ignored his question. Of late, however, his plotting had assumed a more dark and dangerous complexion. “It is not that. “I say!” he cried. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first.
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