starkswaters: Miss Lavish knew, somehow, and had printed the past in draggled prose, for Cecil to re

starkswaters:

Miss Lavish knew, somehow, and had printed the past in draggled prose, for Cecil to read and for George to hear.
“A golden haze,” he read. He read: “Afar off the towers of Florence, while the bank on which she sat was carpeted with violets. All unobserved Antonio stole up behind her–”
Lest Cecil should see her face she turned to George and saw his face.
He read: “There came from his lips no wordy protestation such as formal lovers use. No eloquence was his, nor did he suffer from the lack of it. He simply enfolded her in his manly arms.”