Beneath that tree let us lie. One small wing lay at the north of the
gate, where Giltspur Street Compter now stands; and the Press Yard, which was
detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black
hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her
neck. His kisses drew deeper, he
started unlacing her dress. ”
“You have no right at all,” she answered coldly. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a
time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of
Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. "
"Pshaw!" cried Thames.
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