You are afraid of the warmth in your blood. " "Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. She felt the thrill race through her body. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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