In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. The lad hesitated. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. They cleaned up the mess as best they could and she went home with him docilely.
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