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Chapter 26

           IfoundSibylinthegarden,reclininginabasket-chair,hereyesfixedontheafter-glowofthesunset,andinherhandsabook—oneoftheloathliestoftheprurientnovelsthathavebeenlatelywrittenbywomentodegradeandshametheirsex.WithasuddenimpulseofrageuponmewhichIcouldnotresist,Isnatchedthevolumefromherandflungitintothelakebelow.Shemadenomovementofeithersurpriseoroffence—shemerelyturnedhereyesawayfromtheglowingheavens,andlookedatmewithalittlesmile.

           "Howviolentyouareto-day,Geoffrey!"shesaid.

           Igazedatherinsombresilence.Fromthelighthatwithitspalemauveorchidsthatrestedonhernut-brownhair,tothepointofherdaintilyembroideredshoe,herdresswasperfect—andshewasperfect.Iknewthat—amatchlesspieceofwomanhood...outwardly!Myheartbeat—therewasasenseofsuffocationinmythroat—Icouldhavekilledherforthemingledloathingandlongingwhichherbeautyrousedinme.

           "Iamsorry!"Isaidhoarsely,avoidinghergaze—"ButIhatetoseeyouwithsuchabookasthat!"

           "Youknowitscontents?"shequeried,withthesameslightsmile.

           "Icanguess.

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