You've caught the colour and the life. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. ’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone.
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