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CHAPTER 15

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who would have thought then that within three months they would be on such terms? he had told her since that he was crazy about her on that first evening. she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. he remembered the dress she wore; it was her wedding dress, and he said she looked like a lily of the valley. she knew that he was in love with her before he told her, and a little frightened she kept him at a distance. he was impetuous and it was difficult. she was afraid to let him kiss her, for the thought of his arms about her made her heart beat so fast. she had never been in love before. it was wonderful. and now that she knew what love was she felt a sudden sympathy for the love that walter bore her. she teased him, playfully, and saw that he enjoyed it. she had been perhaps a little afraid of him, but now she had more confidence. she chaffed him and it amused her to see the slow smile with which at first he received her banter. he was surprised and pleased. one of these days, she thought, he would become quite human. now that she had learnt something of passion it diverted her to play lightly, like a harpist running his fingers across the strings of his harp, on his affections. she laughed when she saw how she bewildered and confused him.

and when charlie became her lover the situation between herself and walter seemed exquisitely absurd. she could hardly look at him, so grave and self-controlled, without laughing. she was too happy to feel unkindly towards him. except for him, after all, she would never have known charlie. she had hesitated some time before the final step, not because she did not want to yield to charlie's passion, her own was equal to his, but because her upbringing and all the conventions of her life intimidated her. she was amazed afterwards (and the final act was due to accident; neither of them had seen the opportunity till it was face to face with them) to discover that she felt in no way different from what she had before. she had expected that it would cause some, she hardly knew what, fantastic change in her so that she would feel like somebody else; and when she had a chance to look at herself in the glass she was bewildered to see the same woman she had seen the day before.

"are you angry with me?" he asked her.

"i adore you," she whispered.

"don't you think you were very silly to waste so much time?"

"a perfect fool."

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