Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction to you—” He held out his hands, and she also stood up. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked. He knew it was unnerving, he did it to everyone, even his own kin. But—he was cleverer than any of you. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. There were the burnt papers still in the grate.
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