Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. He kissed her once on the lips with a passion of which, during all their days of married life, he had given no sign. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. We have so many actresses who aspire to great things in the drama, not one who can interpret as you have interpreted it, the delicate finesse, the finer lights and shades of true comedy. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. “I only use the weeniest little dab of rouge,” she declared, “and it is really necessary, because I want to get rid of the ‘pallor effect. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back.
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