Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers,
the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. He displayed none of the
airy optimism of their previous talk over the downland gate. “I can get you,” Mr. ”
She assented, smiling. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the
wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. . The second is to
somehow meet Lady Ferringhall.
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