“It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. The characters of the youthful occupants of the room might be detected in every article it contained. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched.
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