” The shock of their intellectual attitude was over, usage robbed it of the first quaint effect of deliberate unreason. And the bedchamber, for which Melusine instantly headed, was almost bright. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley.
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