It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Nothing shall induce me to act contrary to the dictates of my conscience. “You certainly got him in the bag. A familiar figure was making his way towards them.
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