The Secret Power by Marie Corelli
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At once he loosened his hold, and gazed moodily at her small fingers on which two or three superb diamond circlets glittered like drops of dew. "Your rings!" he said--"Yes--I forgot them! Wonderful rings!-- emblems of your inordinate vanity and vulgar wealth--I forgot them! How they sparkle in this wide moonlight, don't they? Just a drifting of nature's refuse matter, turned into jewels for women! Strange ordinance of strange elements! There!" and he let her hands go free- -"They are not injured, nor are you." She was silent pouting her under-lip like a spoilt child, and rubbing one finger where a ring had dinted her flesh. "So you actually think I have coma here to get away from YOU?" he went on--"Well for once your ineffable conceit is mistaken. You think yourself a personage of importance--but you are nothing,--less than nothing to me, I never give you a thought--I have come here to study--to escape from the crazy noise of modern life--the hurtling to and fro of the masses of modern humanity,--I want to work out certain problems which may revolutionise the world and its course of living--" "Why revolutionise it?" she interrupted--"Who wants it to be revolutionised? We are all very well as we are--it's a breeding place and a dying place--voila tout!" She gave a French shrug of her shoulder and waved her hands expressively. Then she pushed back her flowing hair,--the moonbeams |
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