Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. ” She said. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been told about the ball, because you haven’t.
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