" "Tell it. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself.
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