I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. ’ A little sigh escaped her. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. “I dare not,” she answered.
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