"You hesitate—you are deceiving me. Your husband could have told you that. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. "I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living.
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