Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek. You’re mine. .
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