[The Lion’s Skin by Rafael Sabatini]@TWC D-Link bookThe Lion’s Skin CHAPTER IX 19/46
"Heigho! I almost wish I were a woman, that I might make that triumph mine and mark my superiority to these painted dolls that have neither wit nor courage." The Lady Mary rose, a faint color in her cheeks, a sparkle in her fine eyes.
A great joy flashed into Mr.Caryll's in quick response; a joy in her--she thought with ready vanity--and a heightening admiration. "Will you make it yours, as it should be--as it must ever be--to lead and not to follow ?" he cried, flattering incredibility trembling in his voice. "And why not, sir ?" she demanded, now thoroughly aroused. "Why not, indeed--since you are you ?" quoth he.
"It is what I had hoped in you, and yet--and yet what I had almost feared to hope." She frowned upon him now, so excellently had he done his work.
"Why should you have feared that ?" "Alas! I am a man of little faith--unworthy, indeed, your good opinion since I entertained a doubt.
It was a blasphemy." She smiled again.
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