Love…. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. 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. I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all.
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