he started his pacing once again , running his long fingers through his hair in frustration . what did that say about her , that it was so easy to deny it then , and so easy to see it now ? would they be defeated here , in a stuffy parlor in the middle of the night ? she felt close to them in a weird way . well , she 'd better get ready for the teasing of her life . `` all i have is my smoking mixture given to me by desire ; you 're certainly welcome to that . '' 