She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. . Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. "Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly.
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