She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. This is my friend, Mr. Those lives removed,—and Sir Rowland is completely in his power, the estates would be yours—HIS! if he were your husband. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. Even the stars were strangers. You see, I’m selfish.
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