"Not as I loved mine. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness. “As it is doubtful whether the man will
live, we should be glad if you would identify him. “Look here! Aren’t you going a little too far? This—this is
degradation—making a fuss with sleeves. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a
mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings.
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