She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. She despises me, I suppose. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. His smile faded. For a time she promenaded the room. She had become unashamed of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock.
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