Mr. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. “If they matter to you, they matter. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. \"I don't think so. And he had destroyed all this. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him.
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