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She
leaned
for
a
moment
on
his
arm
in
getting
out
of
the
cab
and
while
standing
at
the
curbstone
,
bidding
the
others
good
--
night
.
She
leaned
lightly
on
his
arm
,
as
lightly
as
when
she
had
danced
with
him
a
few
hours
before
.
He
had
felt
proud
and
happy
then
,
happy
that
she
was
his
,
proud
of
her
grace
and
wifely
carriage
.
But
now
,
after
the
kindling
again
of
so
many
memories
,
the
first
touch
of
her
body
,
musical
and
strange
and
perfumed
,
sent
through
him
a
keen
pang
of
lust
.
Under
cover
of
her
silence
he
pressed
her
arm
closely
to
his
side
;
and
,
as
they
stood
at
the
hotel
door
,
he
felt
that
they
had
escaped
from
their
lives
and
duties
,
escaped
from
home
and
friends
and
run
away
together
with
wild
and
radiant
hearts
to
a
new
adventure
.
An
old
man
was
dozing
in
a
great
hooded
chair
in
the
hall
.
He
lit
a
candle
in
the
office
and
went
before
them
to
the
stairs
.
They
followed
him
in
silence
,
their
feet
falling
in
soft
thuds
on
the
thickly
carpeted
stairs
.
She
mounted
the
stairs
behind
the
porter
,
her
head
bowed
in
the
ascent
,
her
frail
shoulders
curved
as
with
a
burden
,
her
skirt
girt
tightly
about
her
.
He
could
have
flung
his
arms
about
her
hips
and
held
her
still
,
for
his
arms
were
trembling
with
desire
to
seize
her
and
only
the
stress
of
his
nails
against
the
palms
of
his
hands
held
the
wild
impulse
of
his
body
in
check
.
The
porter
halted
on
the
stairs
to
settle
his
guttering
candle
.
They
halted
,
too
,
on
the
steps
below
him
.
In
the
silence
Gabriel
could
hear
the
falling
of
the
molten
wax
into
the
tray
and
the
thumping
of
his
own
heart
against
his
ribs
.
The
porter
led
them
along
a
corridor
and
opened
a
door
.
Then
he
set
his
unstable
candle
down
on
a
toilet-table
and
asked
at
what
hour
they
were
to
be
called
in
the
morning
.
"
Eight
,
"
said
Gabriel
.
The
porter
pointed
to
the
tap
of
the
electric-light
and
began
a
muttered
apology
,
but
Gabriel
cut
him
short
.
"
We
do
n't
want
any
light
.
We
have
light
enough
from
the
street
.
And
I
say
,
"
he
added
,
pointing
to
the
candle
,
"
you
might
remove
that
handsome
article
,
like
a
good
man
.
"
The
porter
took
up
his
candle
again
,
but
slowly
,
for
he
was
surprised
by
such
a
novel
idea
.
Then
he
mumbled
good-night
and
went
out
.
Gabriel
shot
the
lock
to
.
A
ghastly
light
from
the
street
lamp
lay
in
a
long
shaft
from
one
window
to
the
door
.
Gabriel
threw
his
overcoat
and
hat
on
a
couch
and
crossed
the
room
towards
the
window
.
He
looked
down
into
the
street
in
order
that
his
emotion
might
calm
a
little
.
Then
he
turned
and
leaned
against
a
chest
of
drawers
with
his
back
to
the
light
.
She
had
taken
off
her
hat
and
cloak
and
was
standing
before
a
large
swinging
mirror
,
unhooking
her
waist
.
Gabriel
paused
for
a
few
moments
,
watching
her
,
and
then
said
:
