The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. That for the men lay near the Lodge, with which it was connected by a dark passage. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. I suppose I ought to have been a man. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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