Why, then, did he touch it?
As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of
sweat under the cracked nether lip. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a
little shy. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. "
"As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the
portrait. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering.
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