Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. It was wonderful. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. She looked up quickly. It is not so. Nothing has been touched since. ” “Your knowledge of our ways,” he murmured “is profound. Long ago. ‘She’s gone. “Mr.
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