"Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft.
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