No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. " "You flatter me," smiled Sir James. This was his humiliation as well as hers. Certainly not a gentlewoman. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. The man’s passion was infectious. Squire and master. To have you is all important. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things.
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