They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too much exposed. ‘Now then, missie. He came into the club next day, and of course we went for him thick. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them. . ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily.
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