She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. One cannot trust any man at all. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. You fell in at once with her quixotic and damnable scheme of foisting her reputation and her follies upon your shoulders whilst she marries a rich man and commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. "Your audacity passes belief," cried the latter, as soon as his surprise would allow him utterance. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation. She could not speak. There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard.
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