Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. ” She demanded. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. It shall never be said that I raised my arm willingly against a woman. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away.
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