‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. She felt the warm nearness of his. The letter will explain all. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are
my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has
been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I
have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I
have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. ”
Ann Veronica had three things very definitely settled by the time when, a little
after mid-day, she found herself perched up on a gate between a bridle-path and
a field that commanded the whole wide stretch of country between Chalking and
Waldersham.
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