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Except for breaking in upon the music of the rain, she would have liked to sing aloud. She thought, flittingly, how Marietta would laugh at her manufacturing anything romantic out of the commonplace facts of the insignificant episode, but even as she turned away from her sister's imagined mocking smile, she felt an odd certainty that to Rankin there was also a glamour about their doings.
Handsome faces, musical voices, sly manners, and methods that I choose not to employ, make the business easy to men." "Who discover that the lady is not steel," said Wilfrid. "Need she, in any case, wear so much there?" He pointed, flittingly as it were, with his little finger to the slope of her neck. She turned her wrist, touching the spot: "Here? You have seen, then, that it is something worn?"
I have told how flittingly and uninvited it came like a moth from the outer twilight into my life, how it grew in me with my manhood, how it found its way to speech and grew daring, and led me at last to experience. After that adventure at Locarno sex and the interests and desires of sex never left me for long at peace.
He turned for moment, and a mournful sweetness shone in his dark eyes and haggard, swarthy face. It played flittingly around that strange look of ruined human dignity, like a wan beam of late sunset about a crumbling and forgotten temple.
Handsome faces, musical voices, sly manners, and methods that I choose not to employ, make the business easy to men." "Who discover that the lady is not steel," said Wilfrid. "Need she, in any case, wear so much there?" He pointed, flittingly as it were, with his little finger to the slope of her neck. She turned her wrist, touching the spot: "Here? You have seen, then, that it is something worn?"
Drawing a loose kind of dressing-robe more closely round her, the mistress of the house now descended the stairs, rapidly, flittingly, with a step noiseless as a spectre's, and, grasping Losely firmly by the hand, led him into a chill, dank, sunless drawing-room, gazing into his face fixedly all the while. He winced and writhed. "There, there, let us sit down, my dear Mrs. Crane."
Elderfield a complete knowledge of his commercial history, of his pecuniary standing matters of which he had never before spoken to a mere acquaintance. A change was coming over him; the foundations of habit crumbled beneath his feet; he lost his look of complacence, his self-confident and superior tone. Bar-parlours and billiard-rooms saw him but rarely and flittingly.
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