She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. But she was not sure just how to reach it. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. We are linked together in this matter, and must go through with it.
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