The flicker of an eyelash might
betray his presence. Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a
stained-glass window. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept
a cup of water at her hands. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. "You've ruined my hopes. He jumped out
of his own side once again and ran around the car to
open hers in another theatrical display of chivalry. She entered the kitchen. It was very much like a
real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a
column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to
bathe. ”
“Have I done something wrong? Should I take you
home?”
“No. “Yes. ”
She nodded. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon
the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and
passing a tongue lightly over her lips.
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