“Where
would you like to go? Are you hungry?”
“No. He
devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to
disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her
breast against the imitation silk, his memory still
exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. She refused coffee, though she knew that
anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. “Mr. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her,
and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for
some time. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he
has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. Oh, what have you been about now?’
‘There is no need to be concerned. You must tell me what it all
means. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those
human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without
arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly
humourless. Manning. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone.
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