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James, Henry

"The Portrait Of A Lady"


Nevertheless I made up my mind to think it over and to question myself
narrowly. I've done so; all these days I've done nothing else. I don't
make mistakes about such things; I'm a very judicious animal. I
don't go off easily, but when I'm touched, it's for life. It's for
life, Miss Archer, it's for life," Lord Warburton repeated in the
kindest, tenderest, pleasantest voice Isabel had ever heard, and
looking at her with eyes charged with the light of a passion that
had sifted itself clear of the baser parts of emotion- the heat, the
violence, the unreason- and that burned as steadily as a lamp in a
windless place.
By tacit consent, as he talked, they had walked more and more
slowly, and at last they stopped and he took her hand. "Ah, Lord
Warburton, how little you know me!" Isabel said very gently. Gently
too she drew her hand away.
"Don't taunt me with that, that I don't know you better makes me
unhappy enough already; it's all my loss. But that's what I want,
and it seems to me I'm taking the best way. If you'll be my wife, then
I shall know you, and when I tell you all the good I think of you
you'll not be able to say it's from ignorance.


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