Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. " "But why not?" The doctor dallied with his teaspoon. " "Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. His eyes closed. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding.
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