Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. “Eight, Cavendish Square. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. Again he rushed. “The man is dangerous. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. There’s plenty to be got out of life in a decent sort of way. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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