Out of the Past — page 112: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 109 when she had half concealed herself in silk and fichu, de- scending the stairs on his arm, quite fearful of falling. “Where does this Gaspard live?” “Out on the road to the forest by the St. Cloud en- trance.” “But will he be awake?” “Very much awake. This is his busy time, from now until one o'clock or after, at least in summer. It is a beautiful drive, and it will be mysterious the last part of the way on the wooded road. There is no moon to-night. Isn’t it fun? Do unbend a little. [ am not a gorgon or a fearful death,” she exclaimed, petulantly. “You might be both to the wrong man.” He was both vexed and uneasy. The fiery fluid she had given him ran riot. He felt himself on the verge of oblivion to all but the extraordinary magnetism of this woman, and he had yet before him a two or three hour téte-a-téte. His repugnance to her was deep rooted; but it was gradually becoming vague, losing its force in her apparent sincerity and questioning even its right of existence in her vivid atmosphere. She was long silent as they drove to the city gate and out upon the road be- yond, and her very silence worked for her, in his imagi- nation, until he was not sorry to be where he was. Out of the dusky darkness the humming of the insect GOmicbdoo Siri