” “I will think of it,” she repeated. Her lips parted, but no words came. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Promise me one thing before I leave you. ’ ‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the other girl’s volubility. You lack only that mechanical knack of expression which is the least important part of an artist’s equipment, but which remains a tedious and absolute necessity. I wanted the time with you. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window.
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