"The poor young man!" she said. “I admired your sister in Paris,” he answered, “but I do not believe that I regard her now as altogether the same person. Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. I shall barely be in time for the theatre. The signal of distress was evidently understood. ‘You’re not going to kill me this time. 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. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose.
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