As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. He would know the truth then once and for all. ” She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so, and the nuns also. Or else I would have finished him. She had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then.
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