. Winifred's features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain in the smoothest complexion. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. She was never announced as ‘Alcide,’ but directly she walked on she simply became ‘Alcide’ to every one. ‘Do not be imbecile. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. That would be an unkind twist of fate. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. For a moment he believed this merely a new phase of the dream. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. Lee-o-no-ra. Her pa was only the smithy.
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