” He drew a little nearer to her. A bad man, in fact. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. And how can I get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you— ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. I kept watch over you, for fear of a surprise on the part of Jonathan. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back.
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