Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. ’ ‘Dear me. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real. The thought of beauty became an obsession. Only Leonardo, and then Jack, had shown her that she might be admired. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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