Imagination

Didn’t she enjoy at periods a protection that she paid for by helping among other services, to show the lace and explain it, deal with the tiresome people, answer questions about the dates of the buildings, the style of the furniture, the authorship of the pictures,the favorite haunts of the ghost? It wasn’t that she looked as if you could have given her shillings– it was impossible to look less so. Yet when she finally drifted toward him, distinctly handsome, though ever so much older– older than when he had seen her before– it might have been as ab effect of her guessing that he had,within the couple of hours, devoted more imagination to her that to all the other put together, and had thereby penetrated to a kind of truth that the others were to stupid for.

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