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She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk, unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. “You did not tell me that you were going out, or I would have offered my escort. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming. I've got to know why.
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