What, after all," she said, growing bolder at the sound chanel bags outlet of her own voice,"what, after all, is the musty reticence of gods to the whispered secret of amaid? Jones, splendid stranger for whom all men stand aside and womenlook over shoulders, oh, let me be your book!" she whispered, slipping onto my knee and winding her arms round my neck till, through the whiteglimmer of her single vest, I could feel her heart beating against mine.
     　　"Newest and dearest of friends, put by this dreary learning and chanel bags look in myeyes; is there nothing to be spelt out there?"And I was constrained to do as she bid me, for she was as fresh as analmond blossom touched by the sun, and looking down into twoswimming blue lakes where shyness and passion were contending--bookseasy enough, in truth, to be read, I saw that she loved me, with theunconventional ardour of her nature.
     　　It was a pleasant discovery, if its abruptness was em- barrassing, forshe was a cheap louis vuitton bags maid in a thousand; and half ashamed and half laughing I let herescalade me, throwing now and then a rueful look at the Secret of theGods, and all that priceless knowledge treated so unworthily.
     　　What else could I do? Besides, I loved her myself! And if therewas a momentary chagrin at having yonder golden knowledge put off bythis lovely interruption, yet I was flesh and blood, the gods could wait-they had to wait long and often before, cheap louis vuitton handbags and when this sweet interpreterwas comforted we would have another try. So it happened I took her intomy heart and gave her the answer she asked for.
     　　For a long time we sat in the dusky grandeur of the royal library, mymind revolving between wonder and ad- miration of the neglectedknowledge all about, and the stir- rings of a new love, while Heru herself,lapsed again into Martian calm, lay half sleeping on my shoulder, but presently, unwinding louis vuitton outlet her arms, I put her down.
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