“It is a hateful story. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. You have made for yourself a unique place upon the stage.
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