” He cried traitorously. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. She would not forgive me. Just go about with him. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark.
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