"I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty
repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. Here was one of those Americans
who would make him breathless before sundown. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would
ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to
promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. My thanks, by the by. The scrutiny of
any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. You cannot possibly leave me here alone with Gerald. \" Mark was tall and
skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. I don’t suppose a girl can tell if a man is in love with her or not in love
with her. ’
‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring;
she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of
an eye, an utter stranger.
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