We are in love. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should
treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. “What do you think of them?”
Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told
tale. I didn't mean it. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. He had diverged only a little from the truth when he said that his chief interest
in life was women.
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