Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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something of eagerness.
Surely the room is growing very close; a window opened would be a good thing he believes, and yet somehow lacks the energy to open it, turns his head, and sees the professor lying back in his chair _fast asleep_. This gives him a faint shock, but his nerves are deadened; nothing would surprise him very much now, unless an earthquake occurred. "Rest your head, Doctor Craig; the back of the chair is very comfortable," he hears a soft voice say. Warm breath fans his face. The Mother Superior has thrown aside that ugly bonnet; it is a young, face, a fair face, surrounded by golden curls, that looks down upon him, as with a stage laugh the woman rests one hand on the head of the drugged medical student from Chicago, to exclaim: "At last! he belongs to Pauline Potter!" CHAPTER VII. THE BEAUTIFUL TIGRESS. John Craig dreams. He fancies himself bathing with demon apes in the wilds of Africa, having read an explorer's account of such a scene very |
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