1 Lily rose and moved toward the door.
2 In her own room Lily turned up the gas-jet and glanced toward the grate.
3 He had drawn out his cigarettes as he spoke, and she reached her hand toward the case.
4 Lily started from her attitude of absorption; her smile faded and she began to move toward the lane.
5 As she emerged, a man moved toward her from the knot of smokers, and she found herself face to face with Selden.
6 Selden, following her glance, perceived a party of people advancing toward them from the farther bend of the path.
7 Her hand travelled toward the outspread letters, and folding them slowly, she made as though to restore them to their wrapping.
8 She was like a water-plant in the flux of the tides, and today the whole current of her mood was carrying her toward Lawrence Selden.
9 Besides, he was a living reminder of the worst mistake in her career, and the fact that he had been its cause did not soften her feelings toward him.
10 She leaned confidently toward her father: he seldom refused her anything, and Mrs. Bart had taught her to plead with him when her own entreaties failed.
11 Any definite situation would be more tolerable than this buffeting of chances, which kept her in an attitude of uneasy alertness toward every possibility of life.
12 She was smiling back at him now, relaxing the tension of her attitude, and admitting him, by imperceptible gradations of glance and manner, a step farther toward intimacy.
13 She sat talking in low murmurs with Selden, and turning a contemptuous and denuded shoulder toward her host, who, far from resenting his exclusion, plunged into the excesses of the MENU with the joyous irresponsibility of a free man.
14 His seat faced toward the door, and she guessed that he had been perturbed by the approach of an acquaintance; a fact confirmed by the turning of heads and general sense of commotion which her own entrance into a railway-carriage was apt to produce.
15 Lily considered with interest the expression of their faces: the girl's turned toward her companion's like an empty plate held up to be filled, while the man lounging at her side already betrayed the encroaching boredom which would presently crack the thin veneer of his smile.
16 She stood talking with her cousin and Miss Van Osburgh, till a slight cloud on the latter's brow advised her that even cousinly amenities were subject to suspicion, and Miss Bart, mindful of the necessity of not exciting enmities at this crucial point of her career, dropped aside while the happy couple proceeded toward the tea-table.
17 As her social talents, backed by Mr. Trenor's bank-account, almost always assured her ultimate triumph in such competitions, success had developed in her an unscrupulous good nature toward the rest of her sex, and in Miss Bart's utilitarian classification of her friends, Mrs. Trenor ranked as the woman who was least likely to "go back" on her.
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