"You are cold," he added, with a little trembling in his voice and a
little more light than usual in his eyes.
"Oh no, I am not cold."
"I know you are," and he took her hand; "why, it is quite cold."
"Oh dear no, Mr. Thomas, it is really not cold," and she made a
movement to withdraw it, but it remained.
The touch of the hand caused his voice to shake a little more than
before.
"I say you are cold; come a little closer to me. What will your
mamma say if you catch a chill?" and he drew Fanny a little nearer to
him. The thick blood now drove through him with increasing speed:
everything seemed in a mist, and a little perspiration was on his
forehead. His arm found its way round Fanny's waist, and he pressed
her closer and closer to him till his hot lips were upon her cheek.
She made two or three futile attempts to release herself; but she
might as well have striven with that brazen, red-hot idol who was
made to clasp his victims to death. She was frightened and screamed,
when suddenly a strong man's voice was heard calling "Fanny, Fanny."
It was her brother. Knowing that she and Thomas had no umbrellas, he
had brought them a couple.
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