She turned off the light and approached the window. Perhaps I am still mad. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. She felt a storm of emotion surging up within her. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. No matter. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. Naturally it all came out then. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. Cathy rushed out from the kitchen, all smiles, with Lucy behind her. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. His eyes closed. By the will of Mr.
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