It will stop in a second.

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You needn't remain here with me, you know.

Go in; it is simply glorious." "I've been in; I was drying my hair." He glanced up, smiling; then, as the wet kerchief against his forehead reddened, he started to rise, but she took it from his fingers, hastened to the water's edge, rinsed it, and brought it back cold and wet.
"Please sit perfectly still," she said; "a girl likes to do this sort of thing for a man." "If I'd known that," he laughed, "I'd have had it happen frequently." She only shook her head, watching him unsmiling.