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Something of this the listener had to urge. Senhouse admitted it, but he said, "You know that the splendour is enacting behind. You guess the opening of the rose. One stalks this earth agog for miracles. It is full of hints you catch a moment for flashed instants you are God. Then the mist wraps you, and you blunder forward, two-legged man swaying for a balance.
She had a novel on her knees, but read little. She looked out of window, frowning and biting her red lip. When she reached Victoria she tightened both lips, and you saw that, so compressed, they made a thin red line straight above a square chin. Her charm and favour both lay, you then discovered, in expression. Senhouse, hatless and loose-limbed, stood at the door to help her out.
To do wrong by the world because it had seemed right to her was not to be remedied by doing a right by it now, which to her reasoning would glare before her as a monstrous sin. She forgot that Senhouse had also taught her that the great sin of all was insincerity. She could not have afforded to remember that.
"I can't be happy, I think, unless I can do just what I like everywhere. It was one of the first things Jack Senhouse ever taught me. He was an anarchist, you know and I suppose I'm one, too." "Your gypsy friend?" He jerked his head backwards to the photograph. "By Jove, my dear," he added, "you must have knocked him sideways even him when you carried out his little ideas as you did."
You never know your luck, he said. He might meet Senhouse there. He had been hunting the recessed philosopher high and low. "Great sport if we met him now you, who look like lunching at the Savoy or somewhere, and he like a fakir! What should you do? Fall in his arms?" Sanchia had mist over the eyes. "I believe I should," she admitted. "I should love to see him again."
Senhouse, grave and strong, let her lie where she was; but he felt the pulsing of her bosom, and was moved to utterance. Nothing in the eyes he bent down to her beauty, and nothing in his words betrayed the passion of his heart. "The loveliest thing in all the world to me," he said, "is a beautiful thing bent in humility, stooping to serve. I shall see you teaching your children.
In the evening of what to the undrilled youth was a hard-spent day, Senhouse unfolded his heart and talked long and eloquently of love and other mysteries of our immortal life. "The attainment of our desires," he said, "appears to every one of us to be a Law of Nature, and so, no doubt, it is.
She was kind to me, I tell you, and there were times when alone with her in her melting mood in the wildness of my passion but no! something held me: I never dared touch her.... And then he the other came back; he, with his 'claims' and 'rights'; and the thought of him, and what he could do and did do made me blind. You tell me that I sinned against her " "I don't," said Senhouse.
Jack seemed to think that it did. If it did, what did she want? As to one thing she had long been clear. Jack Senhouse was a good lover, but would be an impossible mate. She had found his gypsy tent and hedgerow practice in the highest degree romantic. With gypsy practice he had the wheedling gypsy ways.
If she's unhappy, I shall be in the worst place I ever was in my life. I don't know what I shall do." "That's the first time you ever said that, I'll go bail," Chevenix interrupted him. But Senhouse did not hear him. "I did everything I could at the time. I nearly made her quarrel with me I dared do that. I went up to Wanless and saw Ingram. I hated the fellow, I disapproved of him, feared him.
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