And I want you for myself—for
my wife. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown. Stanley, standing up with a
sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out
fallen thoughts. Even the light was different in
Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew
blessed by Athena herself. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the
laugh died away. She felt a cheat
and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway
steam-roller. ”
“Would you let me go on studying for a time?”
“If you order patience. ” He whispered with reverence. ’
‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. . “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured.
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