The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. She had warned him. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. I came here to beg you not to sign that contract.
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