London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
"It wasn’t cold when we came in here--it was quite warm--you said so,"
she replied softly. "But just as you please. I don’t mind." And into
the acquiescent charm of her voice she dropped one drop of angelic
resentment--one single drop; not because he objected to gratifying her,
but because she knew he was merely fussing himself about his throat and
his health generally.
"We’ll go, by all means. It won’t take long," he yielded
affectionately, without reserve.
She pressed his arm. She had won. He began to suspect that she was
overwrought--perhaps by the first sight of the spectacle of gambling on
a great scale--and he soothed her accordingly. Half a dozen automobiles
were waiting and willing to take them into the hills.
Before Lilian had regained full possession of herself they were clear of
the town, and continually ascending, in long curves. The night was
magnificent; through the close-shut windows of the car could be seen,
not the moon, which was on high, but the strong moonlight and sharp
shadows, and the huge austere contours of the hills; and here and there
a distant, steady domestic lamp. Lilian sat in her corner and Felix in
his, and a space separated them because of the width of the car. She
felt a peculiar constraint and could not reach the mood she wanted.
"Felix," she said, "you heard that girl say she must have a hundred
thousand francs, how will she get it? How can she get it?"
"She’ll just disappear for a day or two, and then she’ll come back with
it. I dare say she owes most of it already to the casino."
"But who will give it her?"
"Ah! That’s her secret. There’s always somebody in the background that
these charmers have made themselves indispensable to. When this
particular charmer tackles the particular man or men that she’s
indispensable to, she’ll have what she needs out of them if they’ve got
it to give. That’s a certainty. If a man has hypnotized himself into
the belief that a girl’s body is paradise, he’ll win paradise and keep
paradise. He’ll steal, commit murder, sell his wife and children,
abandon his parents to the workhouse; there’s nothing he won’t do. And
he’ll do it even if she’ll only let him kiss her feet. Of course, all
men aren’t like that, but there are quite a few of ’em, and these
charmers always find ’em out. Trust them."
"I couldn’t see that there was anything very extraordinary in her."
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