The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. 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. ” The girl nodded. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. But I said I wouldn't drive a hard bargain with you, and I won't. He did not particularly care. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood.
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