"What he wanted to do was to crush the slim, bruised foot against his lips.

The very touch of its satiny skin against his hand sent queer tremors through every nerve of his big frame.
"There!" he said at last, gently letting her foot rest once more on the sofa.

"Is that comfortable ?" "Quite, thanks." Then, turning to the whip's wife as she re-entered the room carrying a jug of hot water, she went on, with that inborn instinct of hers to charm and give pleasure: "What a nice, sunny room you have here, Mrs.Denman.

I'm afraid I'm making a dreadful mess of it.

I'm so sorry." "Don't mention it, miss.