She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. “Hello, Vee!” he said. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. ‘Do not speak of him.
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