Jack turned away with an aching heart. ” She awoke out of a doze, as though she had never been sleeping. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes.
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