His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. On the right were several mounted grenadiers: on the left, some half dozen javelin-men. I love my husband.
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