‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. ” “Such independence,” he answered quickly, “is a vice. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. They were delighted. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. I—listen. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not.
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