. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps.
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