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unfringed, unfingered, that the listening stillness, strained into pauses and waits, would again and again, for years, have kept distinct, she also wondered what she would eventually decide upon to present in gratitude. She would give something better at least than the brawny Victorian bronzes. This was precisely an instance of what she felt he knew of her before he had done with her: that she was secretly romancing at that rate, in the midst of so much else that was more urgent, all over the place. So much for her secrets with him, none of which really required to be phrased. It would have been, for example, a secret for her from any one else that without a dear lady she had picked up just before coming over she wouldn't have a decently near connection, of any sort, for such an appeal as she was making, to put forward: no one in the least, as it were, to produce for respectability. But _his_ seeing it she didn't mind a scrap, and not a scrap either his knowing how she had left the dear lady in the dark. She had come alone, putting her friend off with a fraud: giving a pretext of shops, of a whim, of she didn't know what--the amusement of being for once in the streets by herself. The streets by herself were new to her--she had always had in them a companion, or a maid; and he was never to believe, moreover, that she couldn't take full in the face anything he might have to say. He was softly amused at her account of her courage; though he yet showed it somehow without soothing her too grossly. Still, he did want to know whom she had. Hadn't there been a lady with her on Wednesday? "Yes--a different one. Not the one who's travelling with me. I've told _her."_ Distinctly he was amused, and it added to his air--the greatest charm of all--of giving her lots of time. "You've told her what?" "Well," said Milly, "that I visit you in secret." "And how many persons will she tell?" "Oh, she's devoted. Not one." "Well, if she's devoted doesn't that make another friend for you?" It didn't take much computation, but she nevertheless had to think a moment, conscious as she was that he distinctly _would_ want to fill out his notion of her--even a little, as it were, to warm the air for her. That, however--and better early than late--he must accept as of no use; and she herself felt for an instant quite a competent certainty on the subject of any such warming. The air, for Milly Theale, was, from the very nature of the c
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