He contrasted with Russell, whose intellectual methods were, so to speak, sceptically dogmatic. Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti.
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