“You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. I admit it. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. She found herself looking sheepishly around the bedroom when a sudden tingle of electricity moved from her groin, fanning out from her belly. About halfway across this interval, when everything seemed going well, Capes had a shock. Even the horns were easing into the concept and the woodwinds in the second movement were particularly well-orchestrated. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly.
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