“What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. ” “Not yet. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. Sheppard had been interred. So far as I am concerned, I am just now a hopeless nonentity. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. White?” she asked, laughing. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. " "I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. I hope we may never find her again.
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