by Henry James

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by Henry James Madame de Mauves — Chapter 3 (1874)

She lived in an old-fashioned pavilion, between a high-walled court and an excessively artificial garden, beyond whose enclosure you saw a long line of tree-tops. Longmore liked the garden and in the mild afternoons used to move his chair through the open window to the smooth terrace which overlooked it while his hostess sat just within. Presently she would come out and wander through the narrow alleys and beside the thin- spouting fountain, and at last introduce him to a private gate in the high wall, the opening to a lane which led to the forest.
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by Henry James Madame de Mauves — Chapter 3 (1874)

I've always tried to believe that--without base concessions--such extremities may always somehow be dodged or indefinitely postponed. I should be willing to buy myself off, from having ever to be OVERWHELMED, by giving up--well, any amusement you like." She lived evidently in nervous apprehension of being fatally convinced--of seeing to the end of her deception. Longmore, when he thought of this, felt the force of his desire to offer her something of which she could be as sure as of the sun in heaven.
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by Henry James Madame de Mauves — Chapter 3 (1874)

Longmore had often heard of that historic type, and was properly grateful for an opportunity to examine it closely. It had its elegance of outline, but depended on spiritual sources so remote from those of which he felt the living gush in his own soul that he found himself gazing at it, in irreconcileable antipathy, through a dim historic mist. "I'm a modern bourgeois," he said, "and not perhaps so good a judge of how far a pretty woman's tongue may go at supper before the mirrors properly crack to hear.
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