For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. She must not show anything. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish.
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