‘But what in the world was she doing at Remenham House?’ ‘Your quickness is astounding, Lucy,’ Gerald told her admiringly. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. “My dear Anna! As though I should think of depressing you with my long list of misdeeds. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at, and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and unencumbered man. How am I supposed to rent an apartment when I cannot legally buy cigarettes? I couldn’t use you.
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