Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay. . She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. . 3. Better even than these. ” So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner.
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