She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. Wood—and after him came his daughter. We hide it bravely, but so it is. It was no use. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. —BRENDON. “You can look as innocent and shocked as you please.
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