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"Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. So she married him. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. His lips were tight drawn. 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. “You have even her name. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. He leaned forward to embrace her.
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