She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think. You are
the High Priestess of Life. His voice had broken. ”
She kissed him passionately, and ran lightly upstairs. He heard the panting of the
donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. Very well, I give up. . ’
‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. He was really very proud of her,
and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her
absolute security without him. ’
‘Ah, that was well done of him,’ exclaimed Melusine. Somehow or
other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him
during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of
those women with whom he had been brought into contact. ”
“But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?”
“I know it,” said Miss Miniver.
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