She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. Ah! but you can’t imagine what you are to me and what you mean to me! I suppose there is something mystical and wonderful about all women.
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