‘Espéce de diable,’ she screamed. ’ She fairly pushed at Gerald, who grinned and gave in, moving back to the still open door. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. ‘You imbecile. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. ‘I hope I do not understand you. She had been forced to buy herself that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’ had yielded very disappointingly. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll.
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