`` A little , that is -- not much , but enough to get along with . But she do n't like talking somehow -- dunno why . She 's shy -- and we think maybe she do n't like to talk much because she ca n't hear her own voice . She do n't ever speak except just when she has to . But she 's been trained to lip-reading something wonderful -- she can understand anything that 's said when she can see the person that 's talking . Still , it 's a terrible drawback for the poor child -- she 's never had any real girl-life and she 's dreadful sensitive and retiring . We ca n't get her to go out anywhere , only for lonely walks along shore by herself . We 're much obliged for what you did the other night . It ai n't safe for her to wander about alone as she does , but it ai n't often anybody from the harbour gets up this far . She was dreadful upset about it -- has n't got over her scare yet . '' When Lilith came in , her ivory-white face went scarlet all over at the sight of Roger . She sat down in a shadowy corner . Mrs. Barr got up and went out . Roger was mute ; he could find nothing to say . He could have talked glibly enough to Isabel Temple 's ghost in some unearthly tryst by her grave , but he could not find a word to say to this slip of flesh and blood . He felt very foolish and absurd , and very conscious of his twisted shoulder . What a fool he had been to come ! Then Lilith looked up at him -- and smiled . A little shy , friendly smile . Roger suddenly saw her not as the tantalizing , unreal , mystic thing of the twilit grove , but as a little human creature , exquisitely pretty in her young-moon beauty , longing for companionship .
He got up , forgetting his ugliness , and went across the room XXXXX her .
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