It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. “I did it for love of you,” he said. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. ’ Lucilla burst into laughter and clapped her hands. He stopped abruptly. Forgive my daring.
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