2. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. If only monsieur le baron had said nothing, or perhaps instead accepted the couple as the Valades and agreed to help them. She won’t be a problem from now on. God must love me, for he has guided me here. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. S. Queer old gentleman! The art of ignoring is one of the accomplishments of every well-bred girl, so carefully instilled that at last she can even ignore her own thoughts and her own knowledge. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. I should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes.
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