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I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. I drew out what I had saved and
boarded the first ship out. ‘Yes, miss. Such a mystery as you have set up. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. I heard John was talking
about you again from Jenny McIntyre. 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. The other was to go into business—into a
photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. He stood still, almost breathless. The arrangement had been made by the town
matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man.
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