"
"Bella, I'm sure you don't look a day older than thirty-five. Your
skin feels smooth and young. Why do you let Hugh call you an old
woman? Poor Bella, I'm afraid you've spoiled those two boys?"
Sylvie turned suddenly and imperiously upon the men, and Bella made
her escape, not from the room, for she was too stirred, too full of
an excited suspense, to bring herself to leave. From a far corner,
near the window through which came the soft May wind, she watched
them.
"Now, Pete," said Sylvie, "it's your turn. If I'm to learn the touch
of the blind, I must have practice. What can I make of you! Come here.
Why don't you come?" She stamped her foot. "My, but you are badly
trained. Really, Hugh, you ought to discipline him. Wait until I am
your sister-in-law."
Hugh started angrily. "Don't joke about that!" he threatened in a
harsh, sudden voice.
She turned toward him with quickness and bent her head sidelong as
though listening intently for what else he might have to say. Her
lips were set close and narrow. She had listened to him like this,
almost breathlessly, ever since her sudden faintness, listened as
though she would draw his very soul in through her ears.
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