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She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion. Geoffrey raises her hand to his lips. "Your king is also your slave," he says, with a fond smile. "But who was this gentleman?" says Lady Rodney, superciliously. "No doubt some draper from the town.".
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Overcome by the heat of the fire, her luncheon, and the blessed certainty that for this one day at least no one is to be admitted to her presence, Lady Rodney has given herself up a willing victim to the child Somnus. Her book—that amiable assistant of all those that court siestas—has fallen to the ground. Her cap is somewhat awry. Her mouth is partly open, and a snore—gentle, indeed, but distinct and unmistakable—comes from her patrician throat. "That is out of my power," says Darling, whom the last speech—and glance that accompanied it—has completely finished. "I only pray you of your grace never to be unkind to me." "I never have such moments," interrupts he moodily. "O Death! thou strange, mysterious power, seen every day yet never understood but by the incommunicative dead, what art thou?".
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