Out of the Past — page 55: what you’re looking at

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52 Out of the Past. She remembered to have felt the strange quality of that low voice before when its caressing power had been compelling, and she vaguely wondered whether resist- ance to it would be successful. “I will go, monsieur. I have no reason to refuse your courtesy. But I beg of you not to count upon me for even a passing breath of inspiration. I am so frightfully negative now,’ she added, apologetically. “Do you not suppose a magnet must always seem nega- tive to itself? J will not thank you. I will show you what I mean to-morrow. Father Benedict will call for you. I hope it will not prove too tiresome an outing.” - He bowed ceremoniously and left her standing bare- headed in the sunny garden, with a faint color rising to ~ her shell-like face, the fairest memory to him. On the morrow Benedict called for her in a carriage, and as they rolled down the Elysée in the golden sun- burst of spring, Rose thought that life had never been so fresh and sweet and enjoyment had never been so keen. Her spirits leaped to the sunshine; her heart went out to the children playing down the long avenues. She could have stopped to revel in Policinell in every nasal twanging booth; she could have kissed the flowers in every tiny plot and watched the tumbling fountains with any babe in the sauntering throng! EORNIECLOOOKS»€©