Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. ” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. “You must not think of me as one. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again.
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