As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. A South Sea island girl, and this was her first adventure into civilization. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. He did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had arisen in him and possessed him. " Trenchard took up a pen.
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