" "By the way, did you read those stories?" "Yes. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. ” She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. ” He was suddenly resentful. "That depends upon you. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. Could she go through with it? She must. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for.
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