I’M shaken. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. But I shan't let him off thus. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too much exposed. ’ Her eyes narrowed. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. As soon as she noticed the stranger, she honoured him with an extremely impudent stare, and scarcely endeavoured to disguise the admiration with which his good looks impressed her.
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