But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been
killed by a flash of hate. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. 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. Expiation. Like carpenter, like chips. Men ought not to
idealize any woman. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. The only part of his
otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the
mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animal
propensities of the possessor.
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