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‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. It was not due to
shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she
must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. Her glasses moved
quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. good, miss. It was an uproarious affair, for Rollo now knew that he had been
grieviously betrayed: they were trying to kill him in a new way. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath. Given time
and the right environment, and he would outgrow these defects. Marry, come up! I'll show him what an injured wife can do. ”
“Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling.
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