She did not know herself. "By George!" he exclaimed. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. ” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man.
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