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That is all the confidence I wanted, Captain Selwyn.

And you haven't told me a word, you see--and I have not fainted--have I ?" They laughed a little; her fingers, which had tightened on his arm, relaxed; her hand fell away, and she straightened up, sitting Turk fashion, and smoothing her hair which contact with the pillows had disarranged so that it threatened to come tumbling over eyes and cheeks.
"Oh, hair, hair!" she murmured, "you're Nina's despair and my endless punishment.

I'd twist and pin you tight if I dared--some day I will, too.