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“A number of beautiful things are not intense. On the contrary, he was a universal favourite,
and numbered amongst his intimate acquaintances the choicest spirits of the
time,—Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, and "all the better brothers. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion—
utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. She remembered the
doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered
consciousness. We'll have him yet. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. He has been bottling it up all the way from West
Kensington. His attitude
was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from
day. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality
what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room.
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