‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. I think you’re wrong. Wood will be intercepted. It is you who took my name, not I yours. I keep on thinking of you. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. So, instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life.
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