He reached over and took her hand. Don’t ask me how. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. Then making a pretence of stooping to rearrange her flowing train, she glanced at Anna, and half stopped in her progress down the room. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. "An American. When you've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't move till I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. He did not love Ruth. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you.
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