‘A convenient desire, Mademoiselle Charvill. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. Just now the waterchestnuts…. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. A creeping numbness invaded her. She had eaten them. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall.
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