The first peg was
torture. We’re hedged about with discretions—
and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But
the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. “It’s his
birthday. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous
dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was
not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few
minutes gone. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. When he begins to notice
things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from
reverting to his misfortunes. These sweeping dignities were
not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed
things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested.
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