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It was certainly possible! Why had he never seen it before? ... He had been warned. John himself had warned him Old John who had been so palpably "hit" when he had first seen Desire at Friendly Bay. But he, Benis Spence, had laughed. Honestly laughed. No possibility of this possibility had troubled him. He simply had not seen it. And now he saw. The thing italicised itself on his brain.
Only not in marine language. Am I an Apollo? Or a Greek god? Or even a movie star of the third magnitude? Or am I, not to put too fine a point on it, as homely as a hedge fence?" "Oh, hang it, Benis, stop your fooling." "I'm not fooling. I want you to understand that I have consulted my mirror. And I know just how likely I am to appeal to the imagination of a young girl.
No dread inheritance now need narrow the way before them. It meant he stole a glance at Desire who was industriously emptying her slipper. The curve of her averted cheek was faintly flushed. The professor's whimsical smile crept out. "Let me!" he said. He took her slipper from her and, kneeling, felt her breath like flowers brush his cheek. "It was a whopper, Benis," Desire whispered.
"His presence did seem to create a mild sensation," she admitted. "Well, you see," he explained, "in the summer I am often very busy " "In the cellar," murmured Benis. "But no one happened to need me today and, besides, my freezer is broken. This, combined with " "An added attraction," sotto voce from the professor. "Oh, well I went, anyway." "I saw you there," said Desire, ignoring their banter.
"If you had one, Desire might ride in it some-times, instead of always in Dr. Rogers'. Can't you see that it's dangerous?" "One has to take risks," said Spence plaintively. "John is careless. But he has never killed anyone yet." "You're impossible, Benis." "Yes, I know. But particularly impossible as a chauffeur. That's why I haven't a car. What would I do with a driver when I wasn't using him?
I'll send you in something to eat. As for Bainbridge leave that to me." ... How curiously does a room change with the changing mind of its occupant. Benis Spence had known his library in many moods. It had been a refuge; it had been a prison; it had been a place of dreams.
I'll eat my hat if it's an Indian who has worn them. Did you ever see an Indian with a foot like that?" Indignation enabled Aunt Caroline to disclaim acquaintance with any Indian feet whatever. "It's a white girl's moccasin," he assured her. "Lots of girls wear them in camp. Or," hastily, "it may be a curiosity. Benis may be making a collection." Aunt Caroline snorted.
With her, the slight blurring of Mary's carefully tended "lines," the tired look around her eyes, the somewhat cold-creamy texture of her delicate skin, weighed nothing against the exquisite finish and fine sophistication which had been the gift of the added years. In age, she thought, Mary and Benis would rank each other. They were also essentially of the same world.
And for the rest, Spence had arranged with Li Ho for news of anything which might concern the old man's welfare. "Here is the letter," said Benis, breaking in upon her musing. "You will see that, if the clear expression of thought constitutes good English, Li Ho's English is excellent."
The doctor attempted to answer but seemed to have some trouble with his throat. "It's the damp air," said Aunt Caroline. "Have a troche. If Benis really needs a secretary I think I can arrange to get one for him. Do you remember Mary Davis? Her mother was an Ashton a very good family. But unfortunate. The girls have had to look out for themselves rather. Mary took a course.
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