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SHE HELD OUT HER HAND TO BENTON AND WATCHED, TRANCE-LIKE, HIS LOWERED HEAD AS HE BENT HIS LIPS TO HER FINGERS.
"PLEASE, SIR, DON'T STEP ON ME."
HIS TEETH GLEAMED WHITE AS HE CONTEMPLATED THE LITTLE SPURT OF HISSING FLAME.
CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK.
PELHAM GRANVILLE WODEHOUSE.