Forgive me,"
"Oh, you are well enough, I suppose," she said. "No man values what he
has won--it is only the winning of it that is any fun. I understand the
feeling myself. Don't let us talk heroics."
John Derringham smiled.
"Certainly not," he said.
And then she put up her face and let him kiss her, which he did with
some sickening revolt in his heart. Even her physical beauty had no more
any effect upon him--he would as soon have kissed Arabella.
So she sailed from the room again, with her mouth shut like a vice, and
her handsome eyes glancing at him over her shoulder.
Next day, after having kept him waiting for an hour to take her out, she
decided they should spend what remained of the morning at the Bargello.
And, when they got there, she did her best to be a charming companion,
and pressed him to lean upon her instead of his stick. But to his
awakened understanding what was even probably true in her talk and
comprehension of the gems of art, seemed false and affected, and he was
only conscious of one continual jar as she spoke.
A thousand little trifles, never remarked before, now appeared to loom
large in his vision.
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