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He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. Bordered by fine timber, the road occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect. “So, just how many foster homes were you in before the coming to live here?” “You don’t want to hear about all of that, Michelle. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. “I am lonely. “It is just a look. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion.
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