It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water.
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