Poor little one. Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. \" \"Oh, come on!\" Shari exclaimed, putting her cocoa down and burying her face in a fat white pillow. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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