“Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. ” He drank. ” She brought her knees up to her chest, and rocked back and forth like a small child. Taber returning. This was no light conquest; nor was it a government easily maintained. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. ” Anna was not late, but her heart sank within her when she entered the drawingroom. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. And if one were to love some one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted most to see. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. ” Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the coquette’.
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