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Chapter 5

           Shelookednowatthedrawing-roomstep.Shesaw,throughWilliam’seyes,theshapeofawoman,peacefulandsilent,withdowncasteyes.Shesatmusing,pondering(shewasingreythatday,Lilythought).Hereyeswerebent.Shewouldneverliftthem.Yes,thoughtLily,lookingintently,Imusthaveseenherlooklikethat,butnotingrey;norsostill,norsoyoung,norsopeaceful.Thefigurecamereadilyenough.Shewasastonishinglybeautiful,asWilliamsaid.Butbeautywasnoteverything.Beautyhadthispenaltyitcametooreadily,cametoocompletely.Itstilledlifefrozeit.Oneforgotthelittleagitations;theflush,thepallor,somequeerdistortion,somelightorshadow,whichmadethefaceunrecognisableforamomentandyetaddedaqualityonesawforeverafter.Itwassimplertosmooththatalloutunderthecoverofbeauty.Butwhatwasthelookshehad,Lilywondered,whensheclappedherdeer-stalker’shatonherhead,orranacrossthegrass,orscoldedKennedy,thegardener?Whocouldtellher?Whocouldhelpher?

           Againstherwillshehadcometothesurface,andfoundherselfhalfoutofthepicture,looking,littledazedly,asifatunrealthings,atMr.Carmichael.Helayonhischairwithhishandsclaspedabovehispaunchnotreading,orsleeping,butbaskinglikeacreaturegorgedwithexistence.Hisbookhadfallenontothegrass.

           Shewantedtogostraightuptohimandsay,"Mr.Carmichael!"Thenhewouldlookupbenevolentlyasalways,fromhissmokyvaguegreeneyes.

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