" "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity. “Please, stay a while longer. I cannot go on. ‘No, you don’t. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. ” “And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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