“It’s something that bothers me. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. ‘Well said, my dear. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent, he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best, making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. . ’ ‘And now we know also who is the prétendant, Mademoiselle Charvill. You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me.
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