I tell you what, Mr. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. " Some innate sense of balance told her that something was wrong with these tales. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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