A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. The fire still burned brightly. The Reaper is not sated yet.
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