For the sort of love-making you think about. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. 235 “No, I think she’s out sick with a throat infection. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. It was too good to be true. Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence.
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