His Hour by Elinor Glyn
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page 76 of 228 (33%)
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a sensation which was disturbing and unknown. The magnetic personality
of the man was so strong. He bent and whispered something to the Princess, and then as though sharing a secret, he leaned the other way, and whispered to Tamara, too. The words were nothing, only some ordinary nonsense, of which she took no heed. But as he spoke his lips touched her ear. A wild thrill ran through her, she almost trembled, so violent was the emotion the little seemingly accidental caress caused. A feeling she had never realized in the whole of her life before. Why did he tease her so. Why did he always behave in this maddening manner! and choose moments when she was defenseless and could make no move. Of one thing she was certain, if she should stay on in Russia she must come to some understanding with him if possible, and prevent any more of these ways--absolutely insulting to her self-respect. So she shrunk back in her corner and gave no reply. "Are you angry with me?" he whispered. "It was the shaking of the automobile which caused me to come too near you. Forgive me, I will try not to sin again,"--but as he spoke he repeated his offense! Tamara clasped her hands together, tightly, and answered in the coldest voice-- "I did not notice anything, Prince, it must be a guilty conscience which causes you to apologize." "In that case then all is well!" and he laughed softly. The Princess now joined in the conversation. |
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