“Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. ” “It is very hard to explain,” he answered. ” “You are foolish,” she declared, with a note of irritability in her tone. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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