I would much rather sit quiet and talk to you."
With a woman who wants to sacrifice herself there is no disputing.
Besides, I had no desire to dispute. I acquiesced. We agreed to continue
our drive.
"We'll go round by Hampstead Heath," she said to the chauffeur. As soon
as we were in motion again, she drew ever so little nearer and said, in
her lowest, richest notes, and with a coquetry that was bewildering on
account of its frankness:
"What were we talking of before we pulled up?"
"I don't know what we were talking of," I said, "but we seem to have
trodden on the fringe of a fairy-tale."
"Can't we tread on it again?" She laughed happily.
"You have only to cast the spell of your witchery over me again."
She drew yet a little nearer and whispered: "I'm trying to do it as hard
as I can."
An adorable softness came into her eyes, and her hand instinctively
closed round mine in its boneless clasp. The long pent-up longing of
the woman vibrated from her in waves that shook me to my soul.
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