The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates
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white duck trousers just appeared above shining insteps and high
heeled shoes. When the urchin had come up, she took the jug from him with both hands. "I shall have to drink out of it," she said, raising it to her lips with a smile. "Of course. Why not? Only ..." I hesitated. "What?" "Hadn't you better- I mean, won't the mask get in your way?" She lowered the jug and looked at me. "No; it won't get in the way. Thanks all the same," she said steadily. "Not all to-day." "It's in the way now." "Not my way." I saw her eyes watching my face as she drank, and when she took the jug from her lips she was smiling. We had some difficulty in persuading the boy to leave us; but at length, a heavy bribe, coupled with the assurance that we should be at the fete in the afternoon, had the desired effect, and he |
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