A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. It would make my wife very happy. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. This is not what I want. “It is true. ‘I allow anyone in. " "And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you there's no one —not even his mother—whom he loves so well as you. ” She paused for a moment. At last his voice came to release her tension. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other.
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