“You were born for great things,” he said huskily. "You show more
consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any need to show. ’
‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’
‘None of that. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse,
which had been roofed and framed. He had hired not one but two engineers
to record the event, subsidized entirely out of his own
meager pocket. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though
she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the
verge of a cardinal crisis. She felt it
would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was
looking for employment. ‘Don’t concern yourself. What is it?"
"Is there anything I can do?" The idiocy of the question filled him with the
craving of laughter. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them;
and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to
reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out
of his course.
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