She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. 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. gutenberg. ’
‘Wait!’ Leaning forward, Hilary tapped on the panel. "
So saying, he violently shut and locked the door. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. Yet in some
hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life
he was now unexpectedly aware.
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