"
"Swear it!"
"I do. Her
voice was weak and flat. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions,
with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all
coherent means of expression. ‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. ’
‘They? How many are there?’
‘Oh, peste. ”
It did begin to fall into place together. He tries hard to conceal it, but he cannot. She leaned forward,
her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his
face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. ’
She pronounced it with a French inflexion, but Gerald understood her to mean
the English name he knew. ”
That phrase about dragging the truth through swamps of nonsense she
remembered from Capes.
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