“Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. "Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. ‘I knew it. She will die if she knows I have a gun. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears.
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