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As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. A shy virgin bride would not press her thigh sinuously against his, nor consent indeed to this clandestine little comedy he had been playing.
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