"Thank Heaven!" she gasped. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. . A dozen shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her mind. “I’m rather a persistent person. Then Ann Veronica passed on toward the tea in the garden, which was dotted with the elite of Morningside Park society, and there she was pounced upon by Lady Palsworthy and given tea and led about. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman.
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