She
receded into the entryway, opening her palm and
gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled
out for visitors. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. He had not proceeded far when
he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly
approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself
behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled
over his brows, rode by at full speed. . Nothing is wrong that
you do. But your cracked skull is by no
means a pleasing spectacle. It is the bottom of the cup,
where all the dregs appear to settle. She’s naïve, and
yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. ”
Lucy and Sebastian returned to the mausoleum. He
propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. All bad verse—originally the
epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. It's infernally
provoking.
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