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He knew that if she had given orders

Posted at 22:14 on 11/11/2007
Jonathan spent the rest of the day in the abandoned studio. After thefirst hour he made three efforts to ring up Betty. He gave his own namethe first time, but was told that Miss Wallingford was not in. Thesecond time he gave Richard's name, and for the third he invented aflight lieutenant. But neither was more successful. It was, of course,possible at first that the ladies had not returned from Holborn, but byhalf-past ten it seemed more likely that Lady Wallingford had simplysecluded her daughter.  
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He remembered now

Posted at 22:14 on 11/11/2007
He remembered now, as he walked, how he had come to know himself. It wasnot often he permitted himself the indulgence of memory, but thatpainted face which Jonathan had supposed to be blank of meaning yet inwhich he had read all he wished to read, seeing it full of power andportent-that artificiality had opened up recollection within him.  
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She knew she would lose herself

Posted at 22:13 on 11/11/2007
 The quiet husky soothing voice ran on, recapitulating the great words,bidding the sufficient maxims. She knew she would lose herself, now itdid not seem so horrid; now she wondered she was not quicker to let go.She usually was. But to-night something interfered with the words. Herhands, quiet though they lay, were strangely warm, and the blood in themseemed to beat. Her body (though she did not then realize it) held amemory that her mind had forgotten.  
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She heard no answer

Posted at 22:12 on 11/11/2007
 She heard no answer, except that the air seemed to heighten, and the light in it togrow, as if it proposed to her something of encouragement and hope. Ifshe had seen Jonathan's other picture she might have recognised thevibration of that light, though neither she nor anyone could haveguessed why or how he had been permitted that understanding of a thinghe had never known in itself. "And", she went on, "I shan't feel as goodas this presently. I-I shall very likely have a headache too, which'llmake it worse."  
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was as wakeful

Posted at 22:12 on 11/11/2007
Richard Furnival was as wakeful that night in his manner as Betty inhers. Once he had again reached his flatit was taking him a long time toget used to saying "my flat" instead of "our flat"-and as the night drewon, he found himself chilled and troubled. He knew of a score of easyphrases to explain his vision; none convinced him. Nor had he anyconviction of metaphysics into which, retaining its own nature, it mighteasily pass. He thought of tales of ghosts; he even tried to pronouncethe words; but the word was silly.  
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