” “What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded. Lucy's grin faded. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,— you are as unfortunate as wicked. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. Because of the Dance. ’ ‘Excellent,’ Gerald had approved.
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