Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. “You see the pointer?” he asked. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. It’s obvious you have eyes for someone else.
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