“Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. We struggle against it at first, but in
the end we have to submit. ”
“It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. There was
something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. You have betrayed me. Disillusion stands in
one doorway of our house and Mockery in the other. ”
“You will shake hands with me, please,” she begged. ”
“And now—I am to lose you. “The walk has given
me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock.
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