She rose to the fire to stoke it. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. “My charm of manner, I suppose. ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. . Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male.
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