’ ‘We had other matters on hand this morning,’ Roding told him sharply. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. Lucy saw that perhaps she had been attracted to Martin all along. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. She was greatly heartened by doing this. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. Then she took her sister’s hand. This—all this swamps them.
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