He half thought so, but she looked so
beautiful, it enabled him to return her caresses with some tepid warmth.
"It is too sweet of you, Cecilia," he said, as he kissed her. He had not
yet used one word of intimate endearment--she had never been his
darling, his sweet and his own, like Halcyone.
After she had gone again, all details having been settled for her
departure upon the Monday, he almost felt that he hated her. For, when
she was in this apparently loving mood, it seemed as if her bonds
tightened round his throat and strangled him to death. "Octopus arms" he
remembered Cheiron had called them.
When Mrs. Cricklander got back to her own favorite long seat out on the
terrace, she sat down, and settling the pillows under her head, she let
her thoughts ticket her advantages gained, in her usual concrete
fashion.
"He is absolutely mine, body and soul. He does not love me--we shall
have the jolliest time seeing who will win presently--but I have got the
dollars, so there is no doubt of the result--and what fun it will be! It
does not matter what I do now, he cannot break away from me.
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