His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. ” “Every one hasn’t the Gift. I might have known it. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder.
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