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"
Amazing
.
"
He
put
the
little
picture
back
on
its
nail
.
When
he
turned
round
again
she
was
standing
near
the
bed
with
her
hands
behind
her
back
,
a
little
like
a
Circassian
slave
introduced
by
the
chief
eunuch
to
the
inspection
of
the
Grand
Vizier
;
there
was
a
hint
of
modest
withdrawal
in
her
bearing
,
a
delicious
timidity
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
virgin
’
s
anticipation
that
she
was
about
to
enter
into
her
kingdom
.
Julia
gave
a
sigh
that
was
ever
so
slightly
voluptuous
.
"
My
dear
,
it
’
s
been
such
a
wonderful
evening
.
I
’
ve
never
felt
so
close
to
you
before
.
"
She
slowly
raised
her
hands
from
behind
her
back
and
with
the
exquisite
timing
that
came
so
naturally
to
her
moved
them
forwards
,
stretching
out
her
arms
,
and
held
them
palms
upward
as
though
there
rested
on
them
,
invisibly
,
a
lordly
dish
,
and
on
the
dish
lay
her
proffered
heart
.
Her
beautiful
eyes
were
tender
and
yielding
and
on
her
lips
played
a
smile
of
shy
surrender
.
She
saw
Charles
’
s
smile
freeze
on
his
face
.
He
had
understood
all
right
.
(
"
Christ
,
he
doesn
’
t
want
me
.
It
was
all
a
bluff
.
"
)
The
revelation
for
a
moment
staggered
her
.
(
"
God
,
how
am
I
going
to
get
out
of
it
?
What
a
bloody
fool
I
must
look
.
"
)
She
very
nearly
lost
her
poise
.
She
had
to
think
like
lightning
.
He
was
standing
there
,
looking
at
her
with
an
embarrassment
that
he
tried
hard
to
conceal
.
Julia
was
panic
-
stricken
.
She
could
not
think
what
to
do
with
those
hands
that
held
the
lordly
dish
;
God
knows
,
they
were
small
,
but
at
the
moment
they
felt
like
legs
of
mutton
hanging
there
.
Nor
did
she
know
what
to
say
.
Every
second
made
her
posture
and
the
situation
more
intolerable
.
(
"
The
skunk
,
the
dirty
skunk
.
Codding
me
all
these
years
.
"
)
She
did
the
only
thing
possible
.
She
continued
the
gesture
.
Counting
so
that
she
should
not
go
too
fast
,
she
drew
her
hands
towards
one
another
,
till
she
could
clasp
them
,
and
then
throwing
back
her
head
,
raised
them
,
very
slowly
,
to
one
side
of
her
neck
.
The
attitude
she
reached
was
as
lovely
as
the
other
,
and
it
was
the
attitude
that
suggested
to
her
what
she
had
to
say
.
Her
deep
rich
voice
trembled
a
little
with
emotion
.
