Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. " "Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. But machinery will never approach the hand. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt.
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