” She gazed at him. Something happened
down there, and probably I'll never know what. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell,
I've no heart for it. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew
such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their
simplicity. “You know—,” said Mr. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself
in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What
are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?”
She steeled herself, refusing to react. Our quarrel's quite over. ’
‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. He felt her warm
breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. I don’t
see what you can have to say.
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