The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. ‘I should never have told you. I was worried. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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