That won’t involve references, as a bank
account would—and all that sort of thing. I wish”—
she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have
quarrelled. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was
within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly
conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. She was obliged, as she explained
continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. I have
suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. One glance through the window at that picturesque
head had been sufficient. They crossed the Channel in sunshine and a breeze that just ruffled the sea to
glittering scales of silver. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. ‘You will have to prove it, you know,’ Gerald said quietly. . He could think about it
later. "
This simple admission disarmed McClintock. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God
and man.
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