She is Bohemian to the fingertips. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Of all the amazing coincidences. Its importance had vanished with her abandonment of compromise. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss.
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