The Tone of Time

I saw her ask herself for an instant if she mightn’t successfully make her startled state pass as the mere glow of pleasure – her natural greeting to her acquisition. She was pathetically, yet at the same time almost comically, divided. Her line was so to cover her tracks that every avowal of a past connection was a danger; but it also concerned her safety to learn, in the light of our astounding coincidence, how far she already stood exposed. She meanwhile begged the question. She smiled through her tears. He’s too magnificent!