She smiled intimately at the colonel, touched the major pro-vocatively on his cheek with her ornamental, frivolously feathered fan, and let her fingertips caress the planter's sleeve. The expressions of the men with her indicated that each thought she was centering her attention on him alone.
Jeremy threw back his head and laughed heartily. "You re right, dead right," he said to his father-in-law. "Nobody need worry about that one. She'll make out fine."
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