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Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. ” Ann Veronica looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and decided to persist on principle. ' He muttered it continually. They’re too free for their innocence or too innocent for their freedom. " "Delay the marriage till then. ” Lucy sat patiently as she was improved. ‘That’s why I never told Joan Ibstock that you were still with me when I wrote. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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