Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. ‘For that, I must conceal that I also have enjoyed the kiss. Indeed I must. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. You are my Sir Galahad, so faithful and true that it is a wonder you exist. Do you know of what I speak?” “I do, I do!” She said.
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