“But I still think of my old
foster brothers and sisters. ’
‘He doesn’t sound like a desirable parti. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk,
unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in
kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended,
although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. This path, bordered on
each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them
to a stile. He knew that tragedy
was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. But
this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked.
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