" "I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation belied her words. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. She made herself a private declaration of liberty. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face.
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