“You will not object,” he said, glancing towards her, “to accepting a deposit. “John, did those roses cost a fortune?”
“Like I’m going to tell you!”
“Oh, John, they were so pretty, but they must have
cost an arm and a leg, and you should be saving for
college. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort
of shyness. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I
did ask. After what
seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road
that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. She
responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her
from Mayfair. There was no sense in creating further
difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. And not a worthy tome in sight. “Don’t!” she begged. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know
about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse.
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