The air was crisp and dry. There is Mr. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. They sat down at the dining room table which seemed empty and 259 huge in the stark, white-walled room. He sucked at her neck, biting her hard, leaving red marks that disappeared as soon as he made them.
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