His eyes were bright with the hunt. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. But he wrote on. The man looked hard at him. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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