He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. ” Anna’s eyes opened a little wider, but she said nothing. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue.
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