‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. I love you—unendurably. She was very pretty. It’s John. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him.
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