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” She put
her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the
pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some
shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. ’
‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the
refugees. ’ She sniffed and swallowed. “Thank you. I was stupid—stupid
and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. This—’ waving
an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even
before he was able to form words. ”
“You gave it him well. Speak lower. ”
“Where do you go?”
“Oh!—Alps. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. “I
had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no
address. He took her hands firmly in his and raised
them to his lips.
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