” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. I have the right also to throw you out. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. I wanted to speak to you first.
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