Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Pistols and pictures? Now it fair goes agin’ me nature to act rough with a lady, but you’ll come along of me at once. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. ” “I cannot do it!” he cried hoarsely. But he promised to give me a couple of guineas if I'd ascertain whether it fitted your locks.
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