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... felt that she never would be more than she was ; she was not fit for it . She danced well , but it was the perfection of ladylike grace ; she did want confidence to go through the lascivious exhibition which calls down raptures from the ...
... felt that she never would be more than she was ; she was not fit for it . She danced well , but it was the perfection of ladylike grace ; she did want confidence to go through the lascivious exhibition which calls down raptures from the ...
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... felt before . Once or twice did I try to test the reality of her staid behaviour , but any advances of that nature were repulsed in a manner that made me repent most heartily of having made them . A sort of friendship seemed to have ...
... felt before . Once or twice did I try to test the reality of her staid behaviour , but any advances of that nature were repulsed in a manner that made me repent most heartily of having made them . A sort of friendship seemed to have ...
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... felt her whole frame tremble , and her eyes were suffused with tears . She hesitated , made two or three attempts to speak , but at length said , in a low but distinct voice , " Would you marry an opera dancer ? " I was hardly surprised ...
... felt her whole frame tremble , and her eyes were suffused with tears . She hesitated , made two or three attempts to speak , but at length said , in a low but distinct voice , " Would you marry an opera dancer ? " I was hardly surprised ...
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... felt this could not be . But one alternative remained . She must be mine ! How ? Even at the expense of honour and truth . But still she must be mine . She had admitted that her heart was gained : the rest was easy . I was shocked when ...
... felt this could not be . But one alternative remained . She must be mine ! How ? Even at the expense of honour and truth . But still she must be mine . She had admitted that her heart was gained : the rest was easy . I was shocked when ...
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... felt that I gave not much . I had left my good name at the door of the opera house fair fame was gone . What then remained ? ་ " I alone am to blame : let me only suffer . To make me your wife , would be to destroy your own happiness ...
... felt that I gave not much . I had left my good name at the door of the opera house fair fame was gone . What then remained ? ་ " I alone am to blame : let me only suffer . To make me your wife , would be to destroy your own happiness ...
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