‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of life. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling.
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