He will be some time in this comatose state. He nodded. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. His grief was
so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was
obliged to beg him to control it. She studied her form in the full length mirror, assessed
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her body as one would that of a prize calf, trying to see it
through his eyes, through the eyes of desire. But she was disappointed. I want a walk. I say,
I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock.
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