By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. She turned her eyes to him again, and saw her late friend and pleasant and trusted companion, who had seen fit suddenly to change into a lover, babbling interesting inacceptable things. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Caliban, who, through the interest of Mr. Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen.
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