" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. " Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms. ” He mumbled, driving on. ” Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the coquette’. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation. Play foul, and win.
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