She walked through the office to the
door, aimlessly. “You’re very nice, both of you,” she said gently. No,
never mind about thanking me. She went into shock. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means. And now, come and sit by me, my dear,
and let's have a little quiet chat together. Taber? There is a possibility. “Do YOU go across the Park?”
“Not usually. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. They had chosen to
deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them
for many weeks. "Red apples and snow!" he repeated. On
this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening
upon the summit of the prison. After all, he had the means of setting
this tormenting doubt at rest.
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