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You would not have believed me, I know well. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are. So she married him. “I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. When he was given the telegram he flew to the Praya, engaged the fast motorboat he had previously bespoken against the need, and started for the Macao Passage, with the vague hope of speaking The Tigress. I’ve got imagination. “No. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those measures. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. He had changed her life dramatically, and she had missed him dreadfully.
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