One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. III. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. Of you—an angel with one wing. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. Norris was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to drive back as fast as they could.
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