The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. ‘No one would credit that you are three years older than I. You're a queer lad. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before.
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