"The lash cuts to the bone. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. “I am sorry. How many nuns were there in England who might have occasion to spy on Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom? The presence of the French refugees took on greater significance. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. . He will let you live if it pleases him. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. “You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank intellectual, brave, beautiful. “It was the night you left Paris.
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