" "And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. She had a gold watch, a very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book allowance and a few good salable books. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being kissed. Oh, peste, he will ruin all.
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