"
"You are offering your hand to me?"
"Without reservations. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. "
"What!" she exclaimed, staring eagerly in his face. He swore
that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange
recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless
woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all
others beside her seem plain or vulgar. Obviously he is still interested. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Ann
Veronica thought it was a spontaneous release of energy expressive of wellbeing, but Ramage thought that by dancing, men, and such birds and animals as
dance, come to feel and think of their bodies.
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