Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. Before midnight, I'll answer for it, it shall be done. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. Be a good wife to him. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it.
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