” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. “This is the slavery of the veiled life. She said you HAD some money. He had hurt her. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. ” He unfolded his serviette with fingers which shook all the time. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. For a moment she remained silent. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it.
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