eye. Let me put it on
for you." He took it from her, and his hands fumbled about her smooth
throat. He required a long time to fasten it. The intoxication of the
subtlety of her sex welled from hand to head. He kissed her still lips
until he ceased from sheer lack of breath. He drew her close to him, with
an arm about her pliant waist.
"I've been thinking of you in those pretty clothes," he admitted.
"All lace and webby pink silk and ribbands underneath," she reminded him;
"but only for you, and satin trains and diamonds for the others."
Her words winged like little flames into his imagination. He whispered in
her ear, "Richmond." She stiffened in his arms as if that single word had
the power to freeze her. "We'll see, we'll see," he added hastily, fearing
to dispel her complacency. "Paris is a long way ... a man could never come
back."
"I didn't know you were so cautious," she challenged; "I thought you were
bolder--that's your reputation in Greenstream, a bad one for a man or
woman to cross."
"So I've been," he acknowledged; "I told you I wouldn't have hesitated a
while back."
"What is holding you now--your wife? She would soon get over it. She's
only a girl, she hasn't had enough experience to hold a man. Besides, she
must know by now that you only married her for money; she must know you
don't care for her; women always find out."
The bald, incontestable statement of his reason for marrying Lettice
disconcerted him. He had never made the acknowledgment of putting it into
words to himself, and no one else had openly guessed, had dared....
Suddenly it appeared to him in the light of a possible act of
cowardice--Lettice, a girl, blinded by affection. And, equally, it was
undeniably true that he did not care for her ... he did not care for her?
that realization too carried a slight sting. But neither did he care for
Meta Beggs; something different attracted him to the latter; she--she
brought him out, that was it; she ministered to his pleasure, his desire,
his--
"Don't," she said firmly.
His balked feelings overmastered him, and he disregarded her prohibition.
She slipped from his grasp as lithely as the serpentine pearls had run
through his fingers.
"Haven't you learned," she demanded, standing, "that I can't be bought
with silk stockings or a little necklace? Or, perhaps, you are cheap, and
I have been entirely wrong.... I'm going to get something to eat, with the
people who brought me from G
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