‘Wait a minute, though. "Put your arms about me. " "Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. I do not wish to return to Paris. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned.
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