“You seem to forget that my sister is—married. " He paused, and not without malice. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. "Was I out of my head?" "Yes. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. But something instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method; she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. She was suddenly grave. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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