His Hour by Elinor Glyn
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like a restaurant. Say you will come," and he kissed her hand. "I have
asked all the rest." And the Princess had to consent! "You must promise not to quarrel any more with my godchild if we do. I am sure you frighten and upset her, Gritzko--promise me," she said. He laughed. "I upset her! She is too cold and good to be upset!" Tamara still continued to talk to Valonne, and presently they all moved into the box, and the Prince sat down beside her, and again as he leaned over in the shaded light that nameless physical thrill crept over her. Was she really cold, she asked herself. If so, why should she shiver as she was shivering now? "I wonder if you have any heart at all, Madame?" he said. "If under the mummy's wrappings there is some flesh and blood?" Then she turned and answered him with passion. "Of course there is," she said. He bent over still nearer. "Just for to-night, shall we not quarrel or spar?" he whispered. "See, I will treat you as a sister and friend. I want to be petted and spoilt--I am sad." Tamara, of course, melted at once! His extraordinarily attractive voice was very deep and had a note in it which touched her heart. "Please don't be sad," she said softly. "Perhaps you think I was unkind to-day, but indeed it was only because--Oh! because it seemed to me |
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