‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. Jack Sheppard's Escape from the New Prison 258 V. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. In you—if you can love me—there is salvation.
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