"A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. A buxom piece, who looked, Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. Well, I shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand. . ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent.
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