‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. I don’t want to bother you, of course. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow.
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