She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it.
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