’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. “Not to-night,” she said. He would never recognize me now. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. Because of the Dance. Smith had never seen anything like it. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. In a moment he was beside her.
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