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Who’s for a rubber of whist?” Ennison made so many mistakes that he was glad to cut out early in the evening. “Yes. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. But no; she must step warily. Felix. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. In any event, I would not have let her escape me so easily. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. She was very pale, but she reminded him more at that minute than at any time of “Alcide” as he had first known her.
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