“Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. Wild's name. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not.
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