’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Wood, contemptuously. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw out a hand. ’ Authority had won again, Gerald thought with satisfaction. ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. “Not much. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. They will insist upon a catalogue of things one must not do, which does nothing but fill one with the greatest desire to do them. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation.
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