Out of the Past — page 109: what you’re looking at

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106 Out of the Past. may be beautiful—as you know—but your beauty is loath- some when you misuse it so.” She only smiled up at him and nestled farther down among her silken folds. “Yes; it is all quite true, in books. But I like to be on my knees to you. Your face is so much finer from this point of view. And I like your freezing temper be- cause then I need not fear—anything. You area sort of god up there, with your stern brows and your splendid eyes and your nervous mouth—and I like to feel it.” “Circe!” muttered Robert, “to make beasts of men! I warn you,” he said aloud, “that if you lose one jot more of my respect I will not help you on any considera- tion.” “Respect!” she laughed, making a face at him and set- tling back against the divan. “How easily you are de- prived of it! A childish whim—which is partly a wom- an’s right—and, presto! off you go at a tangent, throw- ing respect in the waste basket! Do you think I cannot hold your respect—if—I—want—it? Now, don't spoil the only happy hour I have known for weeks—the only one I may know for years.” “You color your picture too highly. I am nothing to you.” “That is just it,” she said, quietly. “You are nothing EONNICEOOOKS. (CO)