JULIA BRIDE
however faint a quaver and however sick a smile. "You'll lie for me like a gentleman?"
"As far as that goes till I'm black in the face!" And then while he glowed at her and she wondered if he would pointedly look his lies that way, and if, in fine, his florid, gallant, knowing, almost winking intelligence, common as she had never seen the common vivified, would represent his notion of "blackness": "See here, Julia; I'll do more."
"'More'—?"
"Everything. I'll take it right in hand. I'll fling over you—"
"Fling over me—?" she continued to echo as he fascinatingly fixed her.
"Well, the biggest kind of rose-colored mantle!" And this time, oh, he did wink: it would be the way he was going to wink (and in the grandest good faith in the world) when indignantly denying, under inquisition, that there had been "a sign or a scrap" between them. But there was more to
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