But she disapproved more and more of her own mental austerity. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. “I—I shall be all right directly. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. She was going through with that, anyhow. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Wood hadn't struck me. ‘Well, she’d better learn fast if she wants any truck with me.
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