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Updated: May 26, 2025
In the clear definition of the delicate features, the arch of the high eyebrows, the sweep of the shadowy lashes, her childish hope had never dreamed of more than mere prettiness and now she was torturingly questioning that.
With an intelligence active too, she united a spirituality torturingly intense, but for which she had no such natural creative outlet as Henry.
I could not ask, for her little hands had gradually slipped from my wrists to my fingers and were softly, torturingly fondling them. Suddenly she laughed and threw her hands behind her back. "I'm blundering! Oh, Richard Smith, be kind to a woman's poor wits, and let me say to-morrow that I know one man who can be trusted who I know can be trusted to make a woman's folly her protection.
Not a day passed that he was not tried. Sin assumed a thousand guises, assailed him through his eyes and ears, flew boldly at his throat, leaped treacherously upon his shoulders, or stole torturingly into his bones. His transgression was ever present, he almost always beheld Albine dazzling as the sunshine, lighting up the greenery of the Paradou.
But the doubts were there now, one moment lulled to quiescence, the next more torturingly alert.
Her feet echoed down the stairs, further and further away. She was gone; and Henry spent that evening in torturingly imagining every kind of accident that might happen to her on the way home. Every hour he expected to be suddenly called to look at her dead body his work. And so the night passed, and the morning dawned in agony.
Accursed newspapers, with their accursed routine, came back to me; all the stories and legends that I had ever heard, all the facts that I had ever learnt, came to me in a fashion wonderfully contorted and distorted; sensations welded together in ghastly, brain-stretching conglomerates, instinct with individuality and personality, human but torturingly inhuman, crowded in upon me.
The one man in the whole world I would give my life to meet and YOU afraid of him? My God, if that is all " Jean interrupted him, laying a firm, quiet hand on his arm. "What would you do, M'sieur?" "Kill him," breathed Philip. "Kill him by inches, slowly, torturingly. And to-night, Jean. He is near. I will follow him, and do what you have been afraid to do."
Nothing, throughout, could have been more reassuring or more everyday than his demeanour. Then, indeed, when the end of their business interview approached, and with it the opportunity for conversation of a different kind, both were conscious of a certain tremor. To him this old parlour was torturingly full of memories.
He had only to watch the course of events daily to follow with keen and agonising interest the telegrams in the papers telegrams often so torturingly inaccurate in names and facts and places and to wait for the private advices of his friends, which now came so few and so far between that he felt certain he was cut off from news by the purposed intervention of the authorities at Gloria.
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