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The Altar of Venus: The Making of a Victorian RakeElated I turned to my companion and suggested a ride on the lake. She was agreeable, but cautioned me that she must be home before ninethirty, or her father would come after her. A hasty glance at my watch told me that it was then almost nine- thirty, but unscrupulously, I told her there was plenty of time. We hurried across the park grounds to the lake, and under a string of lights hanging above a floating platform to which were anchored several dozen row boats I made the necessary monetary arrangements for the use of one of them. The boatman winked knowingly at me as I helped my little friend to seat herself. Seizing the oars, I quickly had the small craft skimming over the water. The moon was in first quarter, softly illuminating the scene, and a circle of electric lights around the lake twinkled brightly and were reflected back from the velvet surface of the water. I saw with inward satisfaction that there were no other boats out and unless some couple was already at the island we would have it to ourselves ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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