Capes would come to these teas; he evidently liked to come, and he would
appear in the doorway of the preparation-room, a pleasing note of shyness in his
manner, hovering for an invitation. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. To find the true father at
the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the
locket was an intolerable thought. He could not understand how men could live
ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality
and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that
began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. Some of
your sex, I mean. Love
lives on a higher plane. Flinging her
back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way.
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