“I do not suppose he will be home till late. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. Stanley’s pace slackened. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. “Well, I do. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. “Oh, you can act!” she cried.
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